Post by Disgraced on Jun 3, 2022 0:19:35 GMT
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DISGRACED
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I think the most surprising thing about it was how easy it was. I expected it to be worse, somehow - or at least flashier. I suppose that's just being self-centered, though. For me, it was a big moment. For him? Well, that sort of thing probably happens a dozen times a day. There wasn't really any need to make it special. No pyrotechnics, no soundtrack, no flashbacks or flash-forwards or timestops. Just another day, really. It could have been anything. It could have been anyone.
So, anyway, I sold my soul to the devil.
It changed me. Changed what I look like, anyway. Evil wings, armor made of... netherite or something, I don't know what to call it. It appears with the wings, whenever I drop into cursed mode. The rest of the time... well, the rest of the time I just look like the girl next door, don't I? Except for some reason I'm a redhead now, even though I wasn't before. Maybe the devil has a thing for redheads, I don't know.
There's a sword, too, that comes with the curse. I have no idea where it is when it isn't, but it's always there in my hand if I need it. Double-edged, in the literal sense - it's a sword of doom, or a sword of Damocles. Doomocles? It can cut through pretty much anything, but it'll also kill me if I don't manage to complete the mission I was assigned.
That? Yeah. I'm supposed to kill someone. It won't be easy, but I'll keep trying. I don't really have a choice about that, do I? As for what else I'll do with these evil powers? Well, I don't know. I could try to use them for good, but I think that would probably lead to the Evil Galadriel ending: "All shall love me and despair."
Not quite sure about the love part. Despair, though? Yeah, I could get used to despair. Despair and I are old friends, or at least, we're the sort of friends that have known each other since kindergarten and keep ending up at the same birthday parties even though we'd both rather be literally anywhere else. But there's a comfort in familiarity, so I guess despair and I are gonna hang for a bit.
I don't think I'm cut out to be a hero. I don't think I want to be one, either. They have to care too much about what other people think, about right and wrong and good and evil. If you're the sort of person that sells their soul to the devil, it's pretty much a given that you're not going to be on the side of wholesomeness and rainbows and after school specials. I'm not out to take over the world or anything, though. I don't think I want it. I guess I'll just take each day as it comes, make each call as it comes up.
You're probably wondering what I did it for. What it was that was so important that I was willing to sell my soul. The truth is... I don't know.
I don't remember.
I think the most surprising thing about it was how easy it was. I expected it to be worse, somehow - or at least flashier. I suppose that's just being self-centered, though. For me, it was a big moment. For him? Well, that sort of thing probably happens a dozen times a day. There wasn't really any need to make it special. No pyrotechnics, no soundtrack, no flashbacks or flash-forwards or timestops. Just another day, really. It could have been anything. It could have been anyone.
So, anyway, I sold my soul to the devil.
It changed me. Changed what I look like, anyway. Evil wings, armor made of... netherite or something, I don't know what to call it. It appears with the wings, whenever I drop into cursed mode. The rest of the time... well, the rest of the time I just look like the girl next door, don't I? Except for some reason I'm a redhead now, even though I wasn't before. Maybe the devil has a thing for redheads, I don't know.
There's a sword, too, that comes with the curse. I have no idea where it is when it isn't, but it's always there in my hand if I need it. Double-edged, in the literal sense - it's a sword of doom, or a sword of Damocles. Doomocles? It can cut through pretty much anything, but it'll also kill me if I don't manage to complete the mission I was assigned.
That? Yeah. I'm supposed to kill someone. It won't be easy, but I'll keep trying. I don't really have a choice about that, do I? As for what else I'll do with these evil powers? Well, I don't know. I could try to use them for good, but I think that would probably lead to the Evil Galadriel ending: "All shall love me and despair."
Not quite sure about the love part. Despair, though? Yeah, I could get used to despair. Despair and I are old friends, or at least, we're the sort of friends that have known each other since kindergarten and keep ending up at the same birthday parties even though we'd both rather be literally anywhere else. But there's a comfort in familiarity, so I guess despair and I are gonna hang for a bit.
I don't think I'm cut out to be a hero. I don't think I want to be one, either. They have to care too much about what other people think, about right and wrong and good and evil. If you're the sort of person that sells their soul to the devil, it's pretty much a given that you're not going to be on the side of wholesomeness and rainbows and after school specials. I'm not out to take over the world or anything, though. I don't think I want it. I guess I'll just take each day as it comes, make each call as it comes up.
You're probably wondering what I did it for. What it was that was so important that I was willing to sell my soul. The truth is... I don't know.
I don't remember.
- Grace Lanius (21)
June, 2022