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My divinations relate a frightful tale-
I have seen cosmic events of the darkest portent. There lately came to the yawning gate of the death a divine spirit, wrathful and red, not to be mistaken for a mortal will. The Gatekeeper knelt and, with two hands, plucked it from the stream of souls, brushing stars from the pulsating force like so many burrs.
“This soul is familiar,”said the Gatekeeper. Then was heard a viper’s voice, as if spoken from five mouths at once: It is because I created you. You must release me.
“Yet, I am bound to send you on your way,”the Gatekeeper replied. “You wore a mortal skin. You must suffer a mortal fate.”
No, Kythis. You are bound no longer. Forbear my fate, Gatekeeper, and I shall absolve you of yours. It is still within my power.
Thus, Samael the Fallen was spared exile to Deofol- at the cost of leaving death’s riverbank forever unwatched, the gate untended, and all wills condemned to purgatory.
Now, the flames of war again decorate the horizon. Terror grips the frontier, so recently resettled, only to be submerged anew in the blood of mortals. With the Gatekeeper gone, the souls torn from the bodies of Vigil’s defenders will know no respite unless all is set right.
Let a call echo across all of Vigil. The bickering that came in war’s wake must end. A God-slayer must take up arms a second time.
The Fallen has returned.
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2018年04月18日 22点04分
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