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Deicide
noun
lit. the killing of a god
Narinder, the One Who Waits, is Death Himself, yet he refuses to slaughter innocents for the war he and his siblings fight. He knows he’s strong enough on his own.
Eden, a lamb and priest of Shamura, seeks Death to escape the webs of War, yet still they dance on the spider’s strings. They know they need the One Who Waits’ grace to survive the cruel world in which they live.
Clauneck, the Vessel of Fate, looks to the future and draws a card bearing a pair of wings…
May fall into Not My Idiots territory with some ooc stuff from canon, but to be fair to this fic, this is pre-canon and pre-Narinder’s binding, which I tend to believe made him a lot less chill.
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Is… is this how you cross post to tumblr? Am I doing the tags right? HALP












