The hand of fate was a cruel master to be beholden too. His every whim and fancy a daring demand of life and death, of blood and truths, and half lidded lies nestled in the shadows of blindness to those who fell under its aegis; leash tight against their throats as the masses plodded within their mundane activities over and over for its amusement.
And before this one's attention lay a pair of flimsheets, each with a different written name upon it:
The first on the right bore
"Ekkologix"
The second on the left contained "Odd"
A decision was needed to be made for the scales to be balanced.
Such was his burden.
Such was his duty.
Such was his purpose.
Their ill fated stars crossing together before a baleful unmerciful gaze.
Which one shall live?
Which one shall die?
Both?
Neither?
He took a deep intake to breathe in and out for a moment, the crimson garlands of his crown weighing heavier upon his head.
The shadowed one flicked a hand upon his ceremonial blade, examining it for a long lingering moment before the die was cast, and the decision made.
The silken words sullenly uttered in a quiet murmur from his lips.
"Ut est rerum omnium magister usus."
The adage was adept.
The knife was flicked by the small movement of his wrist and the sheet that contained it the name bled red like a punctured heart, infecting and infesting the material darkly, like a scythed body's arterial spray decorating the snow of the ground it fell upon.
Fuck it why not, I'm in@Sigismund want to sub in for weebs?
You can safely skip all the bullshit at the start and go off a summaryFuck it why not, I'm in
Weebs game?If you guys feel like jumping in the deep end, there's a few slots open in the weebs game
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