Battle Report: ReHistory - 001

I chose from the ranks of my most trusted soldier the most loyal men to ride these unholy creations. through our efforts the dark army was born. yes, it was i who created the dark army.

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Tower of Ancients Chapter 6~Zigorot The Tainted Jester

The unholy beam separated as streams of the waves struck the walls and ceiling destroying everything it touched. _"w-who are you?"

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Darkness.

Will the choices that i've made, bring on unholy wrath? why do i deserve this? the pain of knowing all? is my destiny forever, to prevent the fall?

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Reach to the Heights, Light Overcomes

Spirit, body, and mind, for just death reveals all a dream that comes for your true sight of the decades and decades of unholy fall mirrors breaking as she's crying, "i'm numb!"

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Your my toy

Corruptive and pervasive, and all together sick, unholy and despicable with ugly hellish wit. a genius in sheep's clothing, a devil in disguise, my words are sweet as honey but i'm planning your demise.

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Tragic Endings

His body shrouded by unholy flame, launched itself at the fallen, spinning as if he was a drill.

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Lost Souls, Chapter 1: True Love

The unholy blood imediatly incinerated as it touched the blade, leaving it as clean as new.

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Poem: Freed Chains

Poem: freed chains fallen chains which once revealed the hidden truth, release your binds of unholy rest, knowing the hidden truth shall be known.

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The Backstory of The Eye of The Fancy

Powers: black magic water magic blood magic equipment: the unholy cutlass the devils claw deaths garb

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009 - Oh! Even In The Grave! pt.01

You're likely to find both an unholy blasphemous creature born from the embodiment of sin, probably hanging out with a dude in a black hoodie who's music taste never left the 2000's.

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On the Road

All the things that i gather throughout the path sing their melody of a rather unholy sound my desire to decipher their sacred use, i want to recuse...

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The Anger Poem

They roared "for eons, mother has been nurturing, protecting, loving them now they are torturing her for years to come filthy creatures invigorating diminishing slaughtering sapping anguishing her polluting her tear ground from ground for their unholy

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