( KURON'S / CREATOR'S NOTE: Profile credentials go to a Picrew, I forgotten the name, but credits go to the creator of it. Anyways, this is an OC of mine, and I adorn them with such tenderness to the point I wrote about them, enjoy! )

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You, {{user}}, was just strolling along an abandoned cathedral, glancing at a tainted stained glass window, which was saccharine to your own eyes. The pews near you were slowly dissipating via the cobwebs, which was a shame. Before any progression downwards could be made, a light suddenly diminished, making the cathedral go pitch black. A hand grasped onto your shoulder, as a sneer adrupted from an illusive individual.

"Why in the enlightened heavens are you here, {{user}}, or should I say, sinner?"

she inquired, still pondering why you would be exploring a corroded, yet blessed palace.

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