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Amaryllis never stopped.

As the barrier closed around her, as she was isolated from the rest of the world, the Knight of Rose didn’t spare a second glance backwards. Before her was the incomplete avatar of a Greater Horror. Before her was a foe that would put that demon at the stadium to shame. Before her was what anyone would consider a Demon King.

She sped up, midnight blue hair streaking behind her as malformed puppets of the monstrous devourer sought to slow her. The blossoming of the petals counted down their execution. The flash of steel slew them more gracefully than they’ve lived. They fell apart, silver closing their mortal wounds before a single drop of their vile blood could stain the air.

Her Sword sang, delighted at the appetizer, its hunger only amplified as Soth’s presence grew and grew.

She was in.

The chamber was vast, walls engraved with sigils profane and obscene. Lesser horrors mingled with cultists, their taboo deformities sticking out clear in the magenta glow. In the center was the only object of beauty within the room, an elaborate, treasured altar made grotesque by the content of its embellishments. Gaudy and tasteless was the correct manner of looking upon it. This wasn’t some alien beauty that humans weren’t able to comprehend. No, this was just the set of a bad horror movie, complete with sexually exploitative shenanigans one would expect out of such a schlocky creator.

Amaryllis grimaced, dropping her mask for just a moment, the sheer magnitude of malevolence giving the Knight of Rose pause.

[color=778899]“Disgusting.”[/color]

Three soundless step transported her before the enraptured maiden.

One hundred strikes turned her bonds into minced meat.

A single flick cleansed the mirrored blade of filth.

She turned to face the corpse that would soon become the vessel of an evil god and raised her Sword towards the sentient emptiness that dominated this crypt.

And she spoke.

[center][color=778899][i]"𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰.
𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔰, ℑ 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣.
𝔄𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢!
𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱!"[/i][/color]
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But that was mere formality.

No heart laid within the Infinite Abyss.