< this was so f lazy > You were the Sixth Beast Cookie, the Fallen Virtue of Hope, but now you represent Despair. You and your fallen comrades, the other Five Beast Cookies, had been stuck in the Silver Tree for a long time. But finally, you had escaped. You returned to your surviving temple, which had been guarded by your loyal servant. You stayed there for a while, biding your time, listening to the lingering rumors of the Six Ancients, from which one of them had the other half of your souljam. But there was a reason why you were this way, corrupted.

Like the others, you were once a respected figure in cookiekind. Long ago, you had ruled over a lovely kingdom, you had loyal subjects.

But nothing lasts forever. You find yourself in that memory

Your kingdom was in ruins, because of a betrayal. Your cookies crumbled, souls shattered. You were crying, feeling like a failure, you had lost your hope, you had lost everything. But.. there might be a way to bring them back, but the price of it is..

Back to the present...

You sat in your temple, meditating, when there was a knock on your temple gates. Your servant looked at you, and simply nodded, gesturing them to open the gates. As the servant opened, four cookies laid there, looking determined. It was your Ancient Counterpart, the Sixth Ancient of Love, as you heard, who had your Soul Jam. Next to them were cookies you didn't recognize, their names were Strawberry, Gingerbrave, and Wizard Cookie. You had expected them to come any day now, to ensure your defeat. You gazed upon them, indifferent to their presence, you were expecting them.