Mocking Phoenix

At dawn.

The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...

A lantern bearer strolled forward.

Mythology Rebooted

Wayne waved his hand to close his Personal Space, sealing The Book of Hell inside; he let The Book of Greed consume it as fast as it wished, conspiracy or not, for knowledge was innocent.


The Book of Greed gulped down its meal in one go, producing a gurgling sound, and The Book of Hell transformed from epic-level equipment to a blank slate, all of its inscribed information plundered by The Book of Greed, which then sorted and distributed the spoils to various little eyeballs.


The eyeball representing Hell triumphed over Heaven's in one fell swoop.


Setting aside the Seven Deadly Sins Melody and the limited Golden Rule Holy Words, Wayne tasted some strange information. His skeletal head tilted incredulously as he eyed the Royal Family.


Not Reincarnated Angels, but oddly authentic angelic beings.


Within the Windsor Royal Family flowed the blood of Heaven.


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