pricklebells

Isn't it funny? Someone could be having a blast of their lives, happy about a success, or a breakthrough, and in a totally different part of that same world, it is the total opposite. 

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The world had shown Baines every possible lesson it could teach; from familial love, joy, and peace to hate, rage, betrayal, and pain.

However, before he began his journey to revenge, he was forced to witness that scene that haunted him once more. The destruction of his home.
He was about to give up on life when an unforeseen opportunity presented itself.

There, he vowed, "The world will bleed for what it has done to me."

Using the greatest collections gathered by his ancestors, he set out on the thorny path to revenge.
Little did he know, the result of his actions followed other cascading events that then threatened his world.

Does he refuse to help the world because of the pain it had caused him? Or, will he join in the destruction?
  
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Rising god

Baines left the Orion Assembly with a quiet, steady pace, exiting through a different passage that opened discreetly to the outside of the building.

The exchange had cost him a pill, but it was worth every grain of its composition. He had information now. The organizations and powers involved and the result of their fall. With a face unreadable as stone, he re-entered the Harper Hawks building to find Sir Dolik waiting.

The knight stood in the same spot, hands behind his back.

'Where did he go?' Dolik mused, narrowing his eyes. He could sense the faint shift in energy around Baines, but he remained silent. As a guard, he wasn't entitled to questions. He was there to follow, then figure out the rest from clues.

Still, Dolik's instincts were sharp, he knew something had transpired.

"I lost interest in the vacation," Baines said flatly, brushing past him and heading toward the carriage. "I'm returning."

Mortuary Ruin