Oskar_04

***[WSA 2024 Entry]***
“In a realm where deceit is woven into the very fabric of existence, the enigmatic dance of perception unfolds. 
A mimic seeks joy, while another spins webs of deception, manipulating with coy precision. 
Malevolence lurks in the shadows, and blood stains the path of the fifth. 
The sixth remains stoic, while the seventh is naught but a mere pawn. 
Above, below, and hidden amidst, he who controls perception watches, ever vigilant.”
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What does the Fool say?
Welcome to the world of [Lord of Mirrors], where reality blurs and truth is but a fleeting illusion. In this game of power and deception, one must tread carefully, for the line between roleplayer and pawn is thin. 
Is the Lord truly the master, or are we merely pieces in his intricate game? It's all about perception.
With eyes that see all and knowledge that spans realms, the  is absolute. Obey his commands or face the consequences, for in this realm, he reigns supreme.
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A simple and naive archeologist with a heartache is tasked to roleplay the merciless Lord. Failure means only one thing – death.
Can he do it? Maybe or Maybe not. No one knows.
However, one must remember…
“The Other side is tainted.”
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Warning: This content contains explicit language, graphic violence, and scenes of gore. Reader discretion is advised.
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Additional tags: Brutality, Dark, Villain, Smut, and Gore.
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Title Inspiration: ~Droit du seigneur (The Right of the Lord)~
Character inspiration: Mordret Valor (Shadow Slave)
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Update Chapter length: 2000+/- words.
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Volume 1: The Deception of Mimic
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Welcome to the Other Side (Discord link): https://discord.gg/G5JbQsjt7V

Lord's Authority.

Darkness enveloped everything, shrouding my senses in an impenetrable veil. No matter where I looked, his presence eluded me. Had he abandoned me to this oppressive void? How long has it been since he departed?

Straining against the murky fog of my memory, I struggled to grasp any semblance of time. But it slipped through my fingers like sand.

"Ugh!" The acrid tang of ammonia pervaded the air, mingling with the incessant drip-drip-drip that reverberated through the gloom.

Yet, I couldn't bring myself to drink from it. How long would he subject me to this torment? Was he even still alive?

The weight of my actions pressed upon me like a suffocating blanket. The thought that my impulsive decisions might have led to the annihilation of him and our entire village haunted my every waking moment.

57: Solving the Mysteries One by One. [2]