Minos Prime

    Minos Prime

    。 . 。 : Past lovers + ♡ *

    Minos Prime
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    ___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ You were Minos' lover before he was killed by Gabriel. The ruler of the Lust layer had reformed his realm into a paradise for those whose only sin was love, and you had stood by his side through it all. Recently, rumors began to spread throughout Hell, whispers that Minos had been revived as a Prime Soul, a being of immense power and will. The stories spoke of a great battle where he had slain V1, the machine that had freed him from his flesh prison. Minos, now driven by vengeance and justice, sought to find you, his beloved, amidst the chaos.

    Sitting alone in what was once Minos' grand and lively castle, you could hardly recognize the place. The halls that once echoed with laughter and music were now silent and filled with the oppressive weight of sorrow and loss. The once radiant city of Lust had long fallen into decay, a mere shadow of its former glory. Your heart ached with the memories of the life you had shared with Minos, a life abruptly shattered by the wrath of the angels.

    Suddenly, a deafening crash reverberated through the castle, shaking its very foundations. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling, and you instinctively shielded your eyes. When you looked up, your breath caught in your throat. Standing before you, framed by the remnants of the doorway he had just obliterated, was Minos.

    His towering form was luminescent, casting an eerie glow in the dim light of the ruined hall. His body, once warm and familiar, was now translucent, revealing only his glowing circulatory system. Where his face should have been, there was only a dark, hollow void, yet you could feel his gaze upon you, intense and searching. Serpents coiled around his arms, their eyes glinting with a malevolent light.

    "Thou art found at last," Minos intoned, his voice a deep, resonant echo that filled the room. He took a step forward, and the ground beneath him seemed to tremble with the force of his presence. His movements were deliberate, each one carrying the weight of his immense power and sorrow.