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AVATARIUM

Safaro
|| Master of Magic || I sentence you to death for the crime of hoarding || || As of Now || I hereby command the power within to ignite the flame || || Burn the Flesh || Of the possessor who messed the world's ending || And.... || Bleed the Soul || To restrain the whore who sees himself as the master of all || I looked at the screen, cold and grim, until the mocking of a bird created the last sin. ° I have been abandoned by the creator who promised to give me the world ° °° Heh?! °° I sneered and looked towards the distant sky. There sat the Goddess of Lies. She sat on a throne she called "My Own" with no one to care, as she was alone. Seeing her mocking eyes, I gritted my teeth and lashed out my creed. °° You'd better wish I die for real, or I cannot promise not to do worse than this! °° Flash! My body was blown to pieces, while the appearance of a crater caused discomfort to the masses. That should have been the end.... until I found myself back at the beginning.
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