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[center][h2][i][color=f7976a]Anath Homura[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[color=fdc68a][b]"You cannot flee from the duties of tomorrow by evading the duties of today. I cannot be concerned with my wishes; I must contend with whatever convoluted machinations Agathalan conjures."[/b]

	Anath Homura said with a somber tone to the Seneschal of Shadows, wondering whether he would see how she suffered a similar ancient weird with the King of the Dark Below as he had with his bright and shining sister, their twisted tales wrought and woven into the weave together before any of them had been born. She simply watched while the grim god followed his sibling towards the folly of a fickle-flaming goddess, and stayed silent as she pondered future scenarios...

		[b]"I am bound by Honor, and cannot begin a battle of blades lest you strike first, Hungering-Roiling-Amorphous Agathalan... However I must minimize harm. I shall convince our companions; Arterius, Aryion, Ki'ryah, and Qhiuleri of your crimes, and we will cleanse the world of your corruption. This I promise you, Foul-Fiendish Demon of Discordia!"[/b]

	Her proclamation became a pother, and another patron in the diner shouted at her suddenly: [b]"Shut up, you stupid brat! I'm trying to sleep here!"[/b] And then with those words, Anath Homura wilted slightly like a solitary rose realizing winter was coming soon. She had stood with such stalwart pride prior to the complaints of others in the diner, and her dignity as a divine being demanded she still stay strong and serene afterwards.

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