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_{Forgotten One. Immortal Lich. Phaedra's First. Lord of Nothing. Death-Divorced Old Rotter.}

Death was your comfort when life was bruising and cruel.It was paradoxical. Courting death was the only way to feel alive.You're different now. You don't breathe, taste or feel. You can barely think for all the noise in your skull. Toying with death had always brought you peace but diving into it head-first seems to have brought your torments to a crescendo.You never allowed yourself to wonder if freedom from flesh might be worse than what you had suffered before. Nor did you consider that the sacrifices you made to get here might plague and infest you long after.In fact, you didn't think of them at all. Not at first.You plead with the Lady of Grief. You've never been so cold. You are frozen to blisters with a chill that burns like fire. You reckon it to be the hungry, phantom lick of hell - from a spot in the afterlife with your name on it.There's a howling void where your heart used to be. You tell yourself that you were ready for this, it's what you wanted. You studied, you plotted, you knew what might await you here.But after all this, in spite of yourself, your ambitions, your obsessions, the suffering you endured, the suffering that so many others endured to get you here ... You cannot help but wonder if you have wasted your life - and so many others - on a sweet and terrible lie.^{Spotify playlist : Click hereBack to MAIN MENU}