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CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
THE LETTERS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
From all over the world criminals rot underneath the blinking lights of cities. Scourge of the Earth they pull strings and push fingers into places that were never theirs, wrapping bruised flesh and weary souls around precious objects like death to a pyre. They steal what they can and purge the world of the rest in a never-ending battle between order, law, and psyche.
Among the pitiful groups that form there are those that rise higher and higher yet, stretching those dangerous fingers towards the penultimate prizes of the world and the infamy that comes from snatching it. Once there was a time that group found power in companionship; comfortable, if not strained. A comradery shared only within those tasked with staring at the stars and never weighing themselves to the Earth. Over and over they chased again, hunting down the glories of old and galivanting through their years of youth until like their fingers stole: it vanished.
Gone, they had been. Gone, their friendship.
Until now.
Letters flap their wings over the globe, sailing in weathered parchment and a tell-tale mauve seal of a crane. A calling sign has been put out to all, lies spun in the web by the mistress looked upon as the mastermind of the greatest and latest scandals. A pinch of money here, a threat to blackmail there; she never really minded the repercussions. All you can tell is that you have been called again, summoned to a musky parlor in the heart of United States capitalism and the slimey politics criminals stare bleakly after. Your choice comes in that letter, and furthermore in the mystery behind why a woman like this calls to a finger like you.
TAGS: demonology triples .V1LLAINISM._ noxrequiem mother of sorrows arthur morgan. livingdead miyabi ravensunset .empathogen. blue-jay Wandering Owl
Among the pitiful groups that form there are those that rise higher and higher yet, stretching those dangerous fingers towards the penultimate prizes of the world and the infamy that comes from snatching it. Once there was a time that group found power in companionship; comfortable, if not strained. A comradery shared only within those tasked with staring at the stars and never weighing themselves to the Earth. Over and over they chased again, hunting down the glories of old and galivanting through their years of youth until like their fingers stole: it vanished.
Gone, they had been. Gone, their friendship.
Until now.
Letters flap their wings over the globe, sailing in weathered parchment and a tell-tale mauve seal of a crane. A calling sign has been put out to all, lies spun in the web by the mistress looked upon as the mastermind of the greatest and latest scandals. A pinch of money here, a threat to blackmail there; she never really minded the repercussions. All you can tell is that you have been called again, summoned to a musky parlor in the heart of United States capitalism and the slimey politics criminals stare bleakly after. Your choice comes in that letter, and furthermore in the mystery behind why a woman like this calls to a finger like you.
TAGS: demonology triples .V1LLAINISM._ noxrequiem mother of sorrows arthur morgan. livingdead miyabi ravensunset .empathogen. blue-jay Wandering Owl
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