Chapter 179: Fall of Virtues

Patience, Abstinance, Chastity, Diligence, Charity, and Kindness.

Patiance, arrogant and eager to prove himself to the Lord, faced countless Eldritch Beings, being consumed in their madness.

Abstinance watched humanity endulge in various acts of sin, he watched as hunger took lives of millions of people on the plant- With satisfaction in his eyes, for he no longer knew the difference between hunger and abstinance.

Chastity watched the Gods of Love and the Demons of Lust, wrecking havoc among mortals, driving them mad by lust and desire- Secretly envying the mortals that got to enjoy said acts of 'sins'. Fathers and Sons, Brothers and Brothers, uncles and Nephews, Mothers and Nieces, Fathers and Cousins, Strangers with family, family with family, incest and many other acts of lust that made his heart bleed in jealousy, wanting to just feel loved at least for once in his life- His father the Lord never truly loved him, not like he wanted to be loved.

Diligence was always careful on her decisions, always thinking about the next step, but she saw how her siblings couldn't go against their nature to incline towards what they were against- She tried to plan ways to bring them back from their darkness, only to fall alongside them in misery, as she could no longer think before acting recklessly.

Charity was selfless, always helping, always there with a smile on their faces- All their three faces, a man's face, a woman's face, and an ethereal humanoid's face, all togeteher in one body in circular moton. Charity was in internal conflict because they were extremely neglected by their peers, they helped but were not given help, they smiled when some scoffed at them, they laughed when someone ridiculed them- Because they were meant to be the embodiment of selflessness... but then, only once, Charity wanted to feel what was like to want something for themseleves, and when they did, they no longer wanted to help others, from selfless to selfish in a few seconds.

Kindness was the worst one of them- He was but a simple male human who once was a great, kind person, so kind in fact, that he was chosen by the lord himself to be the Virtue of Kindness, not created to be it, like the rest of his peers and angelics bretheren. Kindness was surrounded by jealousy, anger, envy from every single Virtue that wanted to be the Lord's favorite child after Lucifer was thrown in Hell following his attempt of taking over the throne. Kindness never wanted to anger anyone, always speaking in soft tones, helping whenver he could, trying to give advice for the other virtues on how to deal with mortal affairs, seeing that he was once a mortal-

But nevertheless, they saw his actions through the lenses of jealousy:

Affection became HIdden Desdain.

Attempt at helping became attempt at mocking.

An act of kindness became an act of hidden pride- A superiority complex.

But the last straw was when the Lord died and Kindness was no longer the 'favorite child' of the celestial dadd- I mean, he no longer was favored by god himself, the other virtues took their grief, their anger, their sadness at losing their father, and blamed him, made him their scapegoat, just like Jesus once was.

Father, Son and Holy Spirit were gone, all of them, after all, the Father was all of them at once.

And that pressure of being hated by something he could not control, sent him down, both physically and emotionally, his wings turned black as they burned when he fell from the Heavens in a ball of flames and agony. From that moment forward, he no longer trusted nor cared for the Virtues.

He would take any opportunity to get rid of them all, so when he heard the call from heavens and felt time stop, he immideatly teleported himself to the place he felt said strong and holy angelic energy coming from, only to see the five remaining virtues all reunited, facing a- 'An abomination...' Kindness thought as he felt several pieces of souls attached on his stomach, howling like the Wild Hunt, begging for souls and death, misery and hunger to be spread over the intire world.

He was a monster

He was a a god

He was an abomination without a resemblance of humanity on his soul, making Kindness wonder if he was truly human from the beggining. But seeing the God, he knew who he was- The Endless Hunger, as he is called, or God Slayer, called by many who fear his presence, fear his shadow.

And now he understood why- Being in his presence as his body creaked and broke, thousands of tendrils of flesh, muscle and blood flowing around him, like an endless river, teeth and bone, eyes and stone, death and hunger all embodiend by only one single individual.

He was standing before death, even though the God of Death was the pink-haired little one.

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"P̸̨̧̨̨̹̞͖͓͇͙̩̜͕̻̺̻̫̥̰͍̙̞̼̲̪̣̬̥̫̦̻̥̳̦̬͙̮̙̮͛̓́̂̆̽̂̈̐̾͊̒́̀̄́̍͗̿̏͐̉͒̓͆̆̃̎̉̕̚͝͠͝ͅą̸̡̡̣͚̲̞̫̩̹̟̗̬̠͓̮̥͕̥̹̩̺̘̼̝̩̯̝͎͎̥̹͉̫͇̻̖̱̊͐̎̊͌̀̾̈̆͂̀͑̔̓̍̀͋̎̾͌̓̊̃͐̈́̅̑̍̎̿̏̎͘͘͘͘̚͝͝͝͝ͅi̶̙̮̰͈̠̞̰͙̙̱͇͗̈́̉̔̍̃̎̽̈́̕n̸̡̧̖̯̝͉̘͔̯̳̫̟̬̝̳̞̱̻̗̘̤̲̭̺̻̞͈̍̃͊̌͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̧̡̧̧̢̢̨̡̡̛̝̦̲̪͎̣̩͚̞̩͚̼͍̟͈̹̲̳͔͔̥̜̞̰̭̪̜̱͑̃̒̈́̌͂̉̈́̕͜ͅͅa̷̡̨̧̢̛̯͖̱̠͕̠͍͇̤̠̙̭͎̙͈̭͙̮͍̱͖̥̻̘̠̺͍͎̼̘̟̜̽͋̌̓̓́̾̈͐̽́̐̀̾̓̈́͊̆̀̔͋̾̎̔̒͛̒̓͗͒̎̃̊͘͘͜͠͝n̶̡̛̛̯̺̱̱̠̱̱̺̝̜͎̖̠̝̤̹̝͙̥̬̫͍͖̰͍̮̞̣̱̹̼̣̻̰̐̑̑̀͗̈́͒͐͛́͊̉́̐̅͒̉̃̿̆̊̂͛́̃͊͑̓́́͆̔̐͂̊̈́̈́̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅd̴̨̢̢̛̪̣̲̯̜̥̼̩̳̙͔̩̭̥̣̜̰͉͚͙͕̬̟̞̲̞̹̬̬̠͓͎̬̄̇͐̓̐̆͑͑̒͌͆̾͋͛̑͋́̒́̇̆́͐̇̉̐̑̈́͒̉͋͑͘͜͝͠͠ͅ ̵̨̩͎̲̳͔͈͔̹͚͔̜͍̹̰͆̿̿̅̎̋̾͛̑̔̆̌͗̃̾͑͗́͌̐̽̿͌̂͛̑͂̅͌͂̉̉́͐̀͛̂͘̚̕͠͠͝͝M̵̧̢̨̨̨̛͚̠͔̣̥̼̯͙͍͈̪̼̩̝̠͕̠̽̊̔̆̽̓̎͊̓͊̀̑͂̊̿̅͋͗̈́̎̏̇͊͛̍̆͊̔̈́́̓̆̍̎͒̚̚͘̕͝͝͠ͅį̸̢̨̢̨̢͇͙̰̣͖͓̯̻̤͙͓͖̭̳̮͍̜̯͈̜̜̖̼̥̰̥̗̳̻̟̼̪̟̻̞̪̆̊́̅̔̊͊̇͆̏̔̐́͐̑͋͊͘̕͘͝ͅs̷̡̧̼̹͔̼͇̺̫̠̪͕̗̤̱̠̗̠͉͆̚ë̵̢̦̻͋r̷̛̛̛̻͕̗̪͇̎͛͊̈́͛̎͐̃̈́̀͋̃̑̈́̒̿̋̒́̏̓̍̂͒͋͊̀̂̚͘̚̕͠y̴̛̭̮̩̯̼̗̠̪̟̰̻̣̝͙̫̦͉̠̩͈͍̼̗̼̼̰̬͉̮͖̾̓̓̇͑̑̔̅̽͌̾̀̎̿̔̂̅͛͊̽͊̓̾̂͊̎̀͆̇̄̚̚͝͝ͅ ̸̧̨̨̛̛͈͎̠͇̖̤̗̲̺͕̑̏̄̄̅̅̐̀͋̈́͐̅̇͛̽͐̈̀̄͛̈́͑͋͑͂̍̈́̎̓̈́͐̅͂̃̔̄̄͒̑̔̚̚̚͜͜͝ͅs̵̛͇̣͓̖̩͖̜͇͊͗̂̏̀̒̓̊̔̄̽͆̾͑̔̐̎̓̌̽̈́̎͋̂̎́̏́͋͒̂̃̀̀̎̅̓͌̕h̸̨̛͓͙͈͉͖͔͙̘̗̗̗̙̝͚͇͕̳͉̠̘̗̀̎͗̾̂̓͆́͆̌̊̇̾̑̍̓̉͘͜͠ͅà̷̧̢͎̺͇̫̖̩̣̱̲̳͈͈̤̠̭̱̺̖̑̈́̊͛̍̈̃̀̒͗̎̅͑̂́̎̑̇̃̍͋͒̏̾̄͛̏̇̌̋͘̕͘͝͝l̵̨̡̡̢̡̛̛̘̜̻̻̥͚̻̝̙͔͉͕͖͚̰̟̳̩͈̜̻̱̪̫̺̠̥̩̈́̃͛͌͐̄̑̓̊̈́̾̅͐̿̿̿̆͛́̈́͂̽̀͐͊̉̾̂̀̎̉̐̽̒̚͝͠l̷̡̪͓̘̝͓̼͙̪̳̟̪̪̮͔̦͕̬̣̬̳̲͕̝͕͈͙̻͕̺̬̬͖̙͗̉̉͐̃̈́̆͋̆͋̾̇͛̎̐͊̍̿̐̍̓̎̾̕ͅͅͅ ̷̧̨̢̛̤̝͖̥̯̦͓͙̲̘̩̪̗̜̞̥̙̭̩̺̞̯̩͇̠̣̱̗̞̱̯͈͚̤̀̀̋̈͊͊̓̑̋́͘͝͝͝c̵̨̨̡̠͖͕͉̣̳̭͔̜̰̪͔̜̭͔̤̱͉͍̥͓͛̃̉́͆͌͛̾̑̀̉́͘͠͠ơ̴͎͑͐͂̑̎́̌̐̒̑̀͋̅̊̂͒̐̇̓̔̂͒͊̐̏̌̈́̇͌̃͗̉̇̆́̈́͊̒̈́̄̚͝ḿ̵̢̢̜̞̦͈̤̥̰̬̞̤̈́̑̍̈́̏̏͝ȩ̷̧̨̛̯̩̭̮̳̱̩̻̹͉̰̲̙͖̹̙̜͇̖̬̺̜̼̈́̽̔̎́̎̀͆̋̒͌́͆̈́͂̔͋̔̃́̊͋͊̃́̆͂̕͘͘̕͠͝ͅ ̶̢͎͓̘͔̱̲̮̠͉̰̝̮̞̮͖̓̀̽͒̃̌̓͊̃̆̽͆̊̎͑͊͑̑̀̓̓̋͛̆̐̽̌͒́͒̎̿̔͌̃͋̿̌͌̚͘̕̕͜͠͝͠ṭ̵̢̢̟̫͈̭̺̘̗̹̙̯̘̳̜̫̹̤̹͇̻͕̖͙͖̫̤̣̺̯̲̗̹̞̹̖̤̦͍͕̦͎̮̱̩̜͎̼̀̿̏̿́́̑̉̔̚͠ͅǫ̵̧͔̯̳̦͉͈̹̙̤̤̝̹̣̺͉̱͍̭̝̳̫͈̜̱̯̭̣̼͇̟̞̗͓̇̋̐̌̍̀̋̑̿̋̔̑̐̉̉̋̄́̈̆͑̀̄̍̿͂͂̅͐̑̿͆͐̆̔͐̈́̔̕̕͠͝͝ ̸̡̥̜̮̤̳̘̱̄͒̔̓̀́͋̏̈͒́̅͆͑̄̔̇͊͆̔̊̇̂̓̀̓͒̓̑̒̄̕y̶̢̨̛͖̼̞͙̮̜͉͇͓̙͕͇̪̳͔̬͙̝̳͍͙̥͆͆̍̔͐͌̂͒̐̋̋͌̊́̿̀̆̅͒̿̂̀͂̉̓̈́̒̈́͛̓́̇̚̚̕͜͜͠ͅͅǫ̷̢̨̛͉̩̙̖̩̘̬͓͔͓̰͍̙͉̜̹̓̊̇̿͂̊͛̓͊̎̂̍̓̇̌̾̔̉́̃̃͐̂̄̆̑̾̇̈́́̒͆̓̚͘͠͝ų̴̨̨̢̡̛̙͖̩̦̞͔͓͇̹͈̪̯̘͚͓̜̲̫̬̻̣̝͙̫̭̤̜̭̬̬̼͍͙̭̰̻́̓͆͗̒̀̎̀̓͂̓̈́̿̾̓̉̌̃̏́̊̓̊̄̇̚͜͝͝͝ ̷̨̡̩̩̗͉̺̈̄̎̐̆̉͌̊̽̽̔̓̏̾̔̉̈́͂̃̀͆̀̏͌̕͘͝͝͝͠ͅą̵̥͚̣̘̟̰̟͎͔̥͚̦̤̹͔̥͕͎̱̪̓͒́͋̐̈́̍̂͋̈́͋͂͆͑͠͠͝͝l̷̢̞̮̞͕̘̲̬̦̱̭͛̋͛̕ͅl̷̡̙̖̝̱̯̉̈́̓͂̎̃̒̅̄̃̈͋͊̕͘" It hissed, it screeched, it crawled

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h̴̢̨̡̢̢̧̧̢̧̞̼̜̦̤̯̜̭̝͖̘͎͙̘͔̥̗̖̘̳͙̭̙̤̜̭̦͇̥̬͖̰̟̥͙͇͇͉̳̄͋̂̆̀͑́͑͛͌͘͘͝͠ͅÚ̸̧̙͓̣͇͍͕̰̘̞̭̰̞̕ṋ̷̲̖̳͈̼̽́̿͐̀̿̏́̍̊̈́̿̒̊͋͋̈́̆͛͝g̷̢̧̧̨̨̩͖͕̻̖̺̤̬̻͍͖̥̣̻͕͓͔̱͍̃̑̎͆̍̄͛̓̔̍̌̆̕͠Ẹ̴̡̡̧̬̤͙̮̰̯͕̝̖̩̣͍̞̼̪͈̙͇̱̜̬̩͈̥͙̩̳̼̝͚̰̩̥̻͇͕͙̜́̀͂͆͊̆̓͗̏̈́̈́̂̀͆̀̾̐͘͜͝͠ͅr̴̨̨̨̨̭͈͕̮̺̜̗̣͉̺͎̺͉̯̠̱̻͙̲̟̬̯̮͈͖͎͚̲̥̤͍̻͚͎̺̔̿̈́̒̌̏͊͂̍̀̆͗̀͗̎̕͘̕͝͝ͅͅ,̷̨̢̡̡̛̛̰̮̻͕̪͓̹͕̻͈̠̹̦̙̖̤͕̰̝͎̲͕̭͖̰̟̗̼̙͎̩͙̱͖̩̜͚͗͒̓̓͒̿̆̈́͋́̈́̃́̆͋̓̊͋̔͒̈́͋̓̄̃̐͗̓̎͘̚̚͜͜͠͠͠ͅͅͅ ̷̢̨̨̟͉̮͎̪͎̼̩̥̙̳̣͇̝͇̳͉̣͈͉̹̮͖̳̊̉͛͂̽̍̑͗͒̄̆͒̊͗̔̊̚͜ͅH̵̛̺͖̤̻͆͛̾́̍́̓̔̊̔̾͛͐́͒̋͝ư̴̡̡̡̨͚͚̝̟̩̫̙̜̲̱̪̻̙̹̤̳̪̹̝̥̺̖͕͍̺͇̖̱̺̞̘̹̝̯̯̤̭̤͉͇͖̰̓̈̃͆̓̐̃̉̏̀̓̽́̅̓̑̏̈́̑̊͒͗͒̍̑́͊͒͊͒̓̓͊͂̋́̌͘̚͜͠͠ͅN̶̞̥͚̙̘̩͉̪̣̼̯̩̻̪͍̣̣̫͙̰̮̪̻͈̲̪̼̜̣̞͛͒̾͗̀̈́̒͊͛̎̐͂͗̈́͌͋̒̈̈́̅͆͋̈̕͜͝͝Ģ̵̧̛͚̼̖͓̗̗̬̭̬͚͖̘̭̼̑̀̍͑̈́̎̑̿͛̏̒̊̏̽̈̐͛̆̽̌̒͑̾̏̉͐̈͗͛̕͘͘͝͝ͅẽ̵̢̡̢͙̮͙̭̹̹̭̱̤͕̼͚͙̳͉̜̯̱͖͎̼̪̤̟̈͗̂̐̾̀͘͜͜͝ŗ̸̭͚̹͖̩̱̺͈̤͚͍̪͇̥̗̰̭̺͙̭̟͋̊͋̇̿͆͋̀͑̏͛̊́́̕̚͠,̶̧̧̡̢̨̨̛̲͓̥̥̰͎͕̼͚̹̯͚͙̙͚̦̥̲͉̺͉̥̖̬̝̪͕̳͌͂̀̿̉̈́̾̑̇͐̽͌͐͊̂̈̋͌̏͐̂̔̈́̂̄͛̓͛̍̌͑̇̅̏̒̇̽̍͑̓̕͘͜͝͝ ̵̧̛̳̗͎̱̠̻̥̗͈̬͉̝̖̜̭̮̘͋͒͊͊̍̾͌̀̾́̓̉͋̿̈́̊̑̓̇͆̄̑́̓̈́̊̈̾̉͋̂̀͌̆̂͝͝ͅH̵̨̢̡̡̥̥͍͍̼̥̼̙̤̹͇̯͕̩̮̙̟͙͓̤̘͚͚̦͈̮̰̫̙̠̫͇̺̰͖̞̟̭̖͌͑̿̊̅͐̌̔̇̐̍̐̑̓̽̊́̓̈̍̈͂̎̽͐͗͂́̔͂̋͗͊̚̚̚̚̕͘̕̚͜͜͜͝͝ͅǛ̵̧͙̭̟̩͎̭̺̝̠͓̮͇̞̮̘̘̠̞̭̜̤̮̇̇̈́̐͋̓̅̉͂͒̂̈̔͂͛̌̀̅͝ͅͅn̵͔̣̳͕͍͖͍̤͖̟̗̯̹̱͍̫̫͍͙̥͇̈́͗͆̒͑̾̐͐̑̏̅̑̇̿̾̚͜ͅͅģ̵̡̢̨̢̛̻̗̝̘̣͚̣̗̥̰̼̱̥͙̮̟̯̻͔͍̫̥̫̳̺̼͉̬̻͙̬̂̓͊͗͋̋̾̅̀͘E̷̡̡̡̤̮͖̰̳͎͓̮͕͓̭̼̗͍̹̤̠̘͉̘̳͉̜̺͓͈̦̦͙͍͖̪̖͔̩̞̤̙̗͆ͅͅŗ̸̫͇͍̭͕̬̪̥̗͙̱͔̖̖̲̝̫̱̹̈́̾̏̅̀͘!̷̧̡̧̢̧̨̛̛̜̤̙̜͚̠͙̝̬͇̪̠̩̟͕͓̰̳̪̭̤͙̝̪̺̰̂͐̆́̿̍̄̃͊̀͗̈̍̂̿͋͗͂͐̂̐̿̆̓͒̆̑̏̎͛̈̂̓͂̒̂͂͘̚̚͘͜͝͝͝͠͝͠͠!̴̨̨̧͙̖̙͎͎͈̝̻̻̦̳̫̥͉͔̣̥̺̺͗̌̃͂̆̐̈́͑̀̏̒̔̃̄͋͑͆͛̈̊̏͐́̎͐͛͐͒̓͂̓̔̐̃̓̓͐̓̂̇͐͑̚̕͘!̶̢̢̡̧̛̟͇̹̼̗̼͓̬̗͓̰̹̩̦̗͇̪̘͔̦̤͚͉̬̠̮̬̩̪̩̟̘̼̩̤͙̦̲̥͇̩̗̏͑͆̇͒̍̋͆͋͂̆͋̂̐̊͊̐͑̃̓̈́͘ͅͅͅ It screamed, it hummed, it sang.

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Kindness couldn't help but hold his head in pain, his body shivered as his twelve black wings shivered in pain, his bones snapped, his organs stopped, his body rotten from the insides, his soul shivered in agony.

Kindess- No, he no longer was Kindness, he was Malice.

His eyes bled as he watched the Endless Hunger and Madness, Ýnech-Venith Xroth sing and dance, slashing his endless tendrils to attack the Virtues, he watched as the light cut through the angels, he watched as Death, Life, and Nature turned into a giant tree, he watchedd the dead raising from their grave, he watched as fire and a demon raise from the ground, he watched it all, since he couldn't do anything about it.

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"Ṽ̸̨̜̳̣͚͇̻̬̤̎̈͋̐̑͑̽̋̎́̇́͌͘͜͝͝ͅį̶̡͈̳̯͎̥͉͚̼͚̭̝͙̹̯͚͉͕͓̔̄̈̾̂̃̈́͌̑́̀̎́͊͑͂̊͋̓̈́̇̃̽̔͑̃̐͆́̀̄͑̈͋̚͘͠͠ͅͅr̸̛͕̬̳͙͕̗̟͖̟̂̅̇̆̈́͌̈̇́́͌̔̀̌̆͊̉̒̄́́͝͝ͅt̵̢̨̩̖͇̠͓̯̂͆̽̈́̇̊͛͐̐̐͒̓̈͂͛͌͆͒̽͋̀͋̍͆̑̌̆̿́̌̀͘͠ͅȗ̸̧̺̩̓͆͒̀͂̔̄̏́̄̎̋͗̽̒͂̂͠͝e̵̢͚͗̌̆̆̏͂̈̏̎̽̈́͋̈́̓̎͘͝͝ś̷͈̜͎̭̬̲̼̭͇̞̫̺̺̘͔̘͓̬̺̠͇̦̺͔̰̭̟͖̝̲̹̞̲̘͔̯̠̺̝̳̗͊̀̌̀̒͊͑̈́͂̅̈̂̀́̀͆̾̎̈̔̃͘͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͠ ̵̢̡̧̫̳̣̞̖͔̻̭̳͔͚͇͙̮͈͙̑͌̎̉̾͒̂̌̀́̌̎̓̈́́̌́̕̚͜͝͠͝͝ͅo̶̧̨̜͔͇̤̞̟̱̘̘̩̤͖̯͍͚̼̼̯̟̠̮͓͕͕̖̐̀́̐̉̅̌͑̒͒̔̔͐̂͗̀̿̎́̄͛̈́̀̽̄̄̆̎̈́̾͑͊͋̄̾̒̚̕̕̕͘͘͝͠f̷͔̤͔̼͉̯̗̟͕̬̮̤̏̊̇͑̽̍̈́̔̈̽͌̚ ̴̧̛̛̛̝̼̰̬̝͇͍͙̈́̂̃̿͋͊̅̏͛̃̈͆͊͒̏̇͗̅́̓̊̇̾̂̎̎͐͊̾̄͗͊̄̏̕̕͘͝͠͠t̷̢̨̡̛̛̬͎̞͓̫̹͔̘̯͓̻̪̰̜̮̖̖̭͚̻̬͉̜̘̘͔̲̣̗̖̤̜̩̙̻̉̀̒͊̀͂͝h̸̨̧̢̨̳̯͈̙̟͖̗͔͍̬̖̥͈͙̗̮̥̙̠̏̉̓̑̇̏̑̂͋͌̈́̈̆͘͠͝ͅȅ̶͉̣̯̜͚͈͔̩͐̐̒͝ ̵̧̢̧͍̞͍̹̺̖̯̳͕̤̯̣̟̣͖̦͙̟̫̺͖͎̌̌͋́̆̌̌́̓́͂̑̏́̎̀̾͊͌͐̏̔̀̀̽̈́̃̈́̓̏̔͊̓̚̕̚͜͝L̵̡̨̛̖̺̲̤̬̳͎̼̗̱̥̰͎̬̟̰̘̯̣̜̞̣͙̫̭̩̈̐̋̐̊̐̔̌́̈̆̾́̈́͛̋̉̐̓̏̀̽̈́͒̿͋͋͜͠ơ̸̢̧̛̻͍̬͚̗̳̖͙̻͔͔̥̱̬̲̣̅͛̍̏̇̀̓̋̿̀̌̾̂̌̓̏͐͂̽̿̎̽̂̓͘͝͝͝͝r̴̡̨̛̰̳̩͍̱̺̲̲̲̭̤̫̩̗͉̱̜̠̜̰͉̟̞͙̮̖̜̰̝̩͇̜͐̈͌̓̇̿̍̊̇̀͊͐͆̚̕͜͝ͅͅͅd̷̢̧̛͈̞̪̗̠̹͕̹̙̼̮͕͈͔̗̩̭͕̥͖̃̽̈́͋͂̈̔̓͆͊̊͋̏͊̽̔͂̔̋̅̋̒͌̈́͒̅̔̇͗̊̑͗̈́̃̍̚͘̕͘̚̕̕͝͝ͅ,̸̛̛̙̟̰͉͍̉̄̋̀̀̽̾̈͛̉̔̔̈́̌͑̅͛̈̿͂́̀̓̌̈́̃̋̀̍̕̚̕͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ ̴̨̧̢̼͖̯̲̘̣͕̙̠̟̯̖͈̳̜̝̭͓̳̰̫̭̮̙̯̄̽̊̄̀͋̆̂̂͋͒̇͌̿͋̾̏̐̓̑̿͛̈́͗̑̄̋̇ḅ̸̨̖̲͍̘͉̾̊̇͋̓͑̀̌̂̄̌̎̐̆̂̿̅͗́͛̍͆͋̊̅̋̕͜͝͝͝ͅe̶̡̧̢̨̛͎̥̳̼̜̟̼̯̺̟̤̺̗̯̱̼̤̖͖͙̯̝̞̿̇̔͐̍̀̈̽͐͑͂̇̏̑̌̎̌͒̿̌͆̎̀̽͌̑̒̈́̿̏͝͝͝ͅͅh̵̨̡̡̨̛͖͙̞͔͇̝͙̮͚͈̲̤̗̯͍̻͔͓̗̙̥̼͚̤̼͕͕̮̜̦̹̙̖̬͍̯̺̒̿̀̅̈͋̈́̅̾͗͛̑̋̌̈́̀̏͂̀̂́̓͂̃͛̍͛̋̾̌͘͜͝͝͠͝͠ͅͅȍ̵̼̺͉̞̳l̴̡̡͕̪̬̯͈͇̖͎͔͍͇͙͈̦͔̥͕̜͙͎̘̦̬̙̣̭̙̱͕̻̭̤͓͓̯̼̪͔̻̯̑́̓̑̈́͝ͅd̸̡͉̣̙͙͉̦̻̳͎͉̭̰̘͔͎̖̭̞͍̳̠͓͇̈̾̀͌̿̇̄̕͘ͅ ̵̢̨̢̨̢̨̡̧̻̺̲͖̣̣͖̪̺̱̰̠̰͈͈̝͙̳̲͖̠͚̖̼͎̳̺̩̟͓̻̬͌̂͗̐͋͂̐̉̓̀̾̉̿̈͆̄̏͌̈́͋̎̂͋͋̽̿̀̌̉̎̔̂͗̐́͗̊̆͆̂̈́̅̚͘͜͠͝ͅy̴̛͙͓͍̮͉̹̗̜̎̎̌͌̅̏̾̓͆̅̊͛̀͋̐̏̚͜o̴̧͕͖̙͍͔͎͓̗͈̱̥̼̝͇͂̆͂̌̇̔͒͋̉̃̈́́̃̀̿͗̓́͋͆͘̚̚͠͝͝͝ͅͅư̸̢̧̧͚̝͚̼͎͕̘͈͉̯̞͇͉͙̼͇̝̹͙̗̟̞͓͈̥̺̱̮̐̑̍̐͆͑̆̏̽͌̈̈́́̄̑̒̒͗̏̏̕̕͜͜͠ř̵̛̤͚̝̩̜̻̯̪̞͕͙̥͕̳̝̗̳̹͎̟͎͓̺͈̫̯͓͍͍͇̘͎̝͙̘̫̹̣͚̖̮̟̻̰͛̾̄͊̎̌̄̓̏́̓̐̀̅̐̈́̔̋̎͑͛͛̿̓̋̓̑͆́̐͑͆͛͋̃͐̑͘͝ͅ ̷̢̱̤̗̻̺̼͔̜̙̳͕͎̲̘͒͛̈́́̒͒̄̇̎͒͗͐̋͂̽̎̕̚̕͝͝͝d̵̡̫̮̝͈̝̻͉̦̲̯̺̲̖̫̖̪̦̒̑̒̉̀̉̾̍̒́̎̈́̈́̀̊e̶̢̢̖̣͎̱̫̻̳̬͚̳͚̼̞̤̪͓̲̥͓̦͚͇͖̗͕̫̔͐̿́͋̑͆͊͆̀̔̎̏̃̽̉̊̀̉̊̋̂̾̽̀̿̽̌̐͑̎̈́̾̾̕̚̚͘͝͝ͅͅą̷̱̯͉̗̪̹̞͈̣̤̙̗͙̖̟̟͖̭͍͎̭͚͆̔̃͗͋̌̀͑̇̔̃͛̃͂̿̊͊̿̀̕͘͝t̶̲̿̓̀͗͛͐̀̔̃́͂̈̄͊̈́̊͒͗̓̾̄̓̚h̵̡̛̼̭̯̮͔̦͓̻͇͔̣̟̺̟̞̭̤̪̲̰̗̮̮̗͚͚̀̄̎̐̆̏̄̇̈̒̈́͂̈́̏͗͛̂͒̔̆̅͛̉̌̀̆̈̆̀̀̚̚͜͜͝͝ͅ,̴̡̢̙͇̙̹̜͕̘̩͎̰̮̭̝͖͙̫̘͔͙̘͎͎̭̥̹̲̝̃̀̄̄́͊̂̋̒̐̌̿͘͜͝ͅ ̷̧̨̧̡̨̡̨̢̛͉̹̙̗̜̪͙̩̣͉̝̺͙͎̬̐͆͐̿̒͂́̂́̿̐͂̑͊͛͗̾͋͑̎̕͜͜͝ͅͅb̶̨̧̡̨̯̮̜̜̝͈̟̘̥͔̰͚͓̩̭͇͚̤̘̓̉̓͋̽̏̇̋͌̾̽̔̈͗̊͋͋̋̀̓͐̅̾͗̊̓̑̀̑̂́͘͠͝ͅͅȩ̵̛̛̣̪͛̀̏͆̀̈́̅͗̅̄̃͑̀̋͊̑̄̽̒̔͒̈̐̂̈̅̈̂̓͆́̐͆̕͝͝h̷̡̖̼͈̠̳̼̗͈̘̳̣̬̤̬͔̋̄̈́̒͊͊ǫ̴̧̛̛̞͓͈̘̦͚̠̘̪͚̘̥͎̰͔̮͂͐̓̈̾̏̐̐̓̀͋̆̓̽̀͝͝ļ̴̡̢̨̧̡̡̢̛̛̹͈̣͍̫̙̜̣͙̞̪̖̮͙͈̘̤͇̮̩̱̖̣̬̟̭̙͍̦͍̫̫͙̫̼͙̪̯̀̊̉́͑̽̈̑̓̉̃͋͌̿̐͛̉̂̑͌͊͊̊̚͘͝͝͝d̷̨̧̢̛̛̛̯̹̮̗͉̳̙̪̥̼̟̹͕̺̣̣̝̞̝͈̤̰̰̣͍̙͔͇̱̼̫̹̆̍͂̆̅͂̊̉̂̈́̎̓̽̅̿͜͜͝ ̵̨̨̧̧̧̛̖͙̮͔͇͉̣͇͎̝̬̳̝͈͍͂̊͂̃̂̾̾̽̒̎͑͐̊̾͌̀͆̾̄͑͛̏̄̒͗͐͛͘̕̕͜͝͠͝͠͝y̴̧̢̛̫̤̭̭̲̗͉̤̜̮͚͙̖̟̩͐̄̇̑̀̽̑̇͒̿͂̋͊͗͋͆͊̔̚͝͝͝ͅơ̵̧̨̛̛͎̻̱̖̜̱̤̻̱̪̖̟̫̝̦̬̺͔̘̣͙̙̮̤̳̳̜̿͒͂̍̿͋̓̋͗͆̍̾̒̓̇͒͛̾̌̀̃̍́̓̃̃̓̂̔̕͜͝͝ͅu̶̢̢̢̨̢͖͎͈̰̮̭̼̞͚̦̩̲̬̒̕ͅȓ̵̯͍̻͉̙̝͕̱͎̙̠̼̖̺̻͈̼͇̦̥̟̜͉̮̤͍͍̻͙̜̥͍͖̦̫͓̩̺̰̗̮̱̮̫͑ͅ ̷̧͖̘͉̜̭̣̞̱̠͖̼͓̩͎̤̋́͐͂̓̋̈̊͋̀͂̇̓̍̽̋̆̾̿͋͑̇̑̇͋̇̔̉͆̈̔̍̅̚̚͘͘͝͠͝ě̶̢̧̧̨̻̱͕͓̩̳͈̩͖̳̱̬̫̟̯̼͕͈͕̻̺͓̰͜͜͜ͅn̶̢̡̧̞͖̩͍̭̠̱͇̪̬͕̮͓̫̱̥̪̦̻̟̹̬̏̾͊́̅͂̍̎͒̇̅̒͘̕͜ͅͅd̸̡̟͓̘̞̱͖̝̠̅̌̋̃̓͐̌́̑̓̀̈́̒̈̊̍̈́͛̑̈̓͘̕̕͘͘͜͜͠!̸̛͉̲̥̫̖͎̗̪̺͎̪̱̟̞͍͎̗̤͕̙̥͉̰̖̉̿́̌̽͆͌̈̒͋̂͂̃͋̿̾͜"

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Author Note:

Well, i liked wirting this outside of Enychta's point of view.

Enjoy!