#bringerofdeath

[sky-the-fry]

Persephone!💕👑 @webtoonofficial . . . . . #loreolympus #loreolympuswebtoon #webtoon #persephone #kore #goddessofspring #bringerofdeath #webcomic #loreolympuswebtoon #greekmythology #mythology #fanart #loreolympusfanart #greekgods #artistsoninstagram #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CUa3rAdhaBJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[lilperstephonee]

Day 15 - Traitor “A new traitor has joined the arena” as Primordial Persephone gets her invite to Smash lol #loretober #loretober2020 #persephone #kore #loreolympus #goddess #bringerofdeath #traitor #artchallenge2020 #drawdaily #hades #greekmythology https://www.instagram.com/p/CGY3BZsgYK-/?igshid=15dkyuumvyip2

[ogeecircleman]

The Shadow of Death: The Tale of S’Accabadora

Winter evenings at the family villa were a ritual as dear as it was unchanging. All the relatives ga

Winter evenings at the family villa were a ritual as dear as it was unchanging. All the relatives gathered around the fireplace while the flames danced and warmed the atmosphere. It was one of those nights when Aunt Irma, with her deep gaze and grave voice, began to tell one of the darkest stories of our tradition: the legend of S’Accabadora, the bringer of death. According to the tale, this figure was not just a myth but a presence that lingered in the moonless nights, searching for the chosen one. Her hammer was the final caress for those destined to leave this world, an act that blended pity and terror. Every time Aunt Irma spoke of her, the crackling of the fire seemed to fade, and everyone remained silent, as if the very breath could summon her.

[brianxhell]

I am the #bringerofdeath. The #exterminator. It was a massacre. There was a #firefly!

[themomentbetweenaflickerofl-blog]

In the shortest of moments, our lives can hang in the balance between life and death. One instant we are spiraling, hopelessly and helplessly out of control, and in the next it is all over, the danger passed. Some calls are closer than others, but each one gives us new perspective. We are reminded of what we cherish about life...our loved ones, our dreams, our fondest memories of happy days long passed. Those moments strip away our facades, showing us who we really are. Without our masks, our core being springs to life. Such moments can often reshape us, forever changing who we are. We make promises and resolutions that have true meaning to us—much more meaning than decisions made at other times. Could we have known that such a short instant could completely change our beliefs? Or does this moment show us the strength of a conviction we had never really thought about before? Either way, we find ourselves reflecting on that moment later on, wondering and pondering. We think back on how close we were to our end, and it strengthens our resolve—our resolve to live, to survive, to endure. Is death the only thing that shows us how dearly we love life?

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