By Arcano XV

The sudden ringing in his ear was felt, curiosity evident that would make him indulge the seekers of his presence. Ah. Devoted followers, oh how he missed them.

Oh, I hear you, little one. Loud and clear.

How pitiful.

Fool.

Dante's Inferno, 1861, by Gustave Doré

A soul for a soul, yet i've received a pair. How generous of you.

By Bahrull Marta

This is why you mortal fools will remain inferior. Your hunger for power will be your downfall, and I shall make certain to witness it all, laughing at your pitiful state.

For me? How ludicrous, but go on. Amuse me.

ᅠ ᅠ BRIDDY ALTAREJOS — 𖠚 like ╱ rt to be mutuals ᅠ ᅠ

When change is imminent and the wings that keep you afloat is obligated to feign indifference, pretending it remains unscathed. A facade is demanded, yet how dare they rattle the foundation of convictions I’ve spent years crafting, gradually breaking apart, unraveling silently.