02-14-2025, 10:37 AM
Consciousness returned in fragments.
Pain. Cold. The acrid scents of the dampened, dirtied air.
The Grand Sin stirred, his body aching as if it had been torn apart and reassembled. His vision was blurred at first, but as his senses sharpened, a strange and unfamiliar world stretched before him. He lay in the ruins of what looked like a once-great forest, turned putrid swamp. A heavy fog clung to the air, carrying an unpleasant, unnatural scent.
Slowly, he rose, his form towering yet unsteady. The weight of his once mighty authority and the crown he wore upon his head felt oddly distant, like remnants of a life that had been stripped from him. As his mind cleared, his first thought was not of himself but of them—his wards, his chosen, his children in sin.
“Where are they..?” The words came as a whisper, then grew into a roar that shook the smoldering earth. His voice echoed into the silence, unanswered. His wards, then the seven he had molded, corrupted, and bound to him—they were gone. Separated. Not his anymore.
The pain in his chest was unfamiliar, raw, and maddening. Not loss. He would never admit loss. But a part of him—a tether—was missing. He could no longer feel the comforting hum of their presence, the steady thrum of their devotion. For the first time in eons, he was truly alone.
He staggered forward, the fog parting as if out of fear. The sky above was a sickly sweet, pale blue, doning the early morning. This world was not his. Its air, thick with strangeness and unwelcoming presence. The light wished to swallow the darkness he held, but he wouldn't have that.
The Grand Sin knelt, placing a hand to the cracked earth. “This world breathes...” he muttered, his voice low, reverent. He could feel the energy pulsing beneath the surface, raw and untamed, unlike the realms he had dominated before. A new world, ripe for conquest.
But conquest was meaningless without his wards. And his seven. They were his instruments, his extensions. They were his purpose. His foot rose, then stomped againt the earth, his claws raking against the soil. “I will find you,” he snarled, the promise laced with unholy resolve. “You are mine, and nothing—not gods, not fate, not this wretched world—will keep you from me.”
He took a step forward, the ground trembling beneath his feet. Each stride was heavier, more purposeful. His wards were scattered, but their connection was not severed entirely. He could feel faint traces of them, like echoes across the void. If this new world thought it could keep them from him, it would soon learn the folly of defying the embodiment of sin itself.
“Wait for me,” he murmured, his voice a mix of wrath and longing. “I will bring ruin to this world, if I must, to see you kneel before me again.”
And with that, he vanished into the mist, the shadow of the Grand Sin stretching long into this strange, hostile land.
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