No way I’d be able to trick my brain into writing seriously for Israphel

ㅤ ㅤ There's the snark . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ I will weld your lips together . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ They're all broken already . Rotates his own head 360° . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Seeing as I herald a plague . Seems fairly on-brand . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ You don't like sand — ? ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Nothing . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Building a sand castle . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Yes . But it's all for an end-purpose . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Bleeding from the eyes . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ I can do more . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ He takes a lone digit ; pointed and sickled like a claw— running its edge along an exposed patch of skin : pale and silvery— lifeless and crude . He draws blood ; but what flows from within his wound is sand . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Oh no . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ See ya later shitlords . ㅤ ㅤ

Ugh .

ㅤ ㅤ It's incredible how deluded your kind can be . I commend the sheer scale of your ambition . Truly I do . ㅤ ㅤ

⠀ ᅠ ᅠ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝑇𝘩𝑒 ⠀ ೃ⁀➷ ⠀ 𝕮͙̦ͥ̍𝖔̑ͤ͑̂̆͒̾̓͋𝖚͙̦ͥ̍𝖓͊ͮ͋𝖙͈̮͈̝̪ͫ̅̐ͮ𝖊̊̈𝖘̑ͤ͑̂̆͒̾̓͋𝖘 ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 ⠀⑅·˚ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ BY ALL . ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙍͟𝙞͟𝙜͟𝙝͟𝙩͟𝙛͟𝙪͟𝙡͟𝙡͟𝙮͟ .⠀⠀ ︎ ᅠ ᅠ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ⠀⠀ ⠀

ㅤ ㅤ " — What a tangled web your kind weave . " ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ " — A hundred-thousand buzzing insects — infesting the multiverse : toying and fidgeting with our lives as you would with any ordinary household object . " " I fail to see the heroism . " ㅤ ㅤ