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My divine soul is damned, fated to forever wander bereft of ally or friend...

For no rest may be found for a traitor such as I.
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*Stares blankly at my bloodstained hands, golden ichor flowing languidly in the barren silence*

[color=red][b]Is this what you wanted?[/b][/color]

*I struggle to lift my gaze, my eyes unwilling to focus on the frail and altogether unnaturally small figure lying motionless before me*

I... I...

[color=red][b]Our blood stains your hands Kinslayer, drenches them, yet you cannot utter so much as a single word in your defense...[/b][/color]

*There is a pause as I let my gaze fall to the cracked and broken ground below*

[color=red][b]How pathetic.[/b][/color]
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*I sit bolt upright, my chest heaving. Pressing my palm against my forehead I let out a series of shaky breaths, the weight of my crown more apparent now than ever before*

[i]Damn it...[/i]

*Balls my hand into a fist before slamming it into a nearby wall, causing the carved stone face to fracture and flake. Withdrawing my hand, I curl up into a ball of sorts and just... sit. Silent and immovable, my mind lost in the memories of a time long since passed...*