Samrux
Santa Claus
I'm a paladin, I'm on a mission.
I'm a paladin, I'm on a mission.
I'm a paladin, I'm on a mission.
Life and death are no more. Hundreds of the damned crawl around me, they tear each other apart until there is no flesh left in bone. My own skin is now cold and deformed. These dark chambers must be Hades itself, yet their beat-up walls feel so familiar, and the light of their candles a little bit comforting.
What has become of me? Have I turned into a monster? Was I not sworn to destroy them?
The screams haunt me from above and within. There is no escape. May the water spirits have mercy. May my king return for us.
How long has it been?
I'm a paladin.
An opening was made high above, and the faintest sunrays can be seen. They taunt me, as the light repels my being of darkness.
Forgive me, spirits, for I have killed a man. I cannot leave, but he could enter. I feel like a beast, and lost to myself.
The damned cry out as a single voice, and I must join them.
I'm on a mission.
The cultists, scums of the land, how dare they? I found their markings, and now I understand: It is their dark magic that plagues us, it sustains the prison we dwell in and the torture we endure. This was their sacrifice, we were the sacrifice to their ancient lord.
I failed my mission, I couldn't stop them. Forgive me.
Time is a well, time is an ocean.
Every so often we get a visitor, which really livens up the place. The things they wear and wield are often strange, and they never seem fond of conversation. They like to bleed a lot.
Time is a lie.
I remember now, the last day of my life. My king, how dare you! You were one of them, a lunatic in disguise. Your paladins and legions were but a fraud. Did you ever look back on those you cast down here? Did these rituals satisfy your true desire?
A life spent serving hypocrisy. A bastion turned into eternal dungeon. Cursed be your soul.
Cursed...
No hope for humanity. Nothing left to profane. They deserve it. Now this is my mission. Now I am the monster.
I'm the m͑ö́n̷ste̗r.͔
I'm a paladin, I'm on a mission.
I'm a paladin, I'm on a mission.
Life and death are no more. Hundreds of the damned crawl around me, they tear each other apart until there is no flesh left in bone. My own skin is now cold and deformed. These dark chambers must be Hades itself, yet their beat-up walls feel so familiar, and the light of their candles a little bit comforting.
What has become of me? Have I turned into a monster? Was I not sworn to destroy them?
The screams haunt me from above and within. There is no escape. May the water spirits have mercy. May my king return for us.
How long has it been?
I'm a paladin.
An opening was made high above, and the faintest sunrays can be seen. They taunt me, as the light repels my being of darkness.
Forgive me, spirits, for I have killed a man. I cannot leave, but he could enter. I feel like a beast, and lost to myself.
The damned cry out as a single voice, and I must join them.
I'm on a mission.
The cultists, scums of the land, how dare they? I found their markings, and now I understand: It is their dark magic that plagues us, it sustains the prison we dwell in and the torture we endure. This was their sacrifice, we were the sacrifice to their ancient lord.
I failed my mission, I couldn't stop them. Forgive me.
Time is a well, time is an ocean.
Every so often we get a visitor, which really livens up the place. The things they wear and wield are often strange, and they never seem fond of conversation. They like to bleed a lot.
Time is a lie.
I remember now, the last day of my life. My king, how dare you! You were one of them, a lunatic in disguise. Your paladins and legions were but a fraud. Did you ever look back on those you cast down here? Did these rituals satisfy your true desire?
A life spent serving hypocrisy. A bastion turned into eternal dungeon. Cursed be your soul.
Cursed...
No hope for humanity. Nothing left to profane. They deserve it. Now this is my mission. Now I am the monster.
I'm the m͑ö́n̷ste̗r.͔
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