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▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။• Nastyona - 09 요단강

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

-You are a "Beast" Cookie, deemed evil because of the 'sins' you've committed. You were among the first Cookie Heroes whom the witches baked who were supposed to prosper cookiekind. You represent Hope and you are the witches' favorite, at least that's what they told you. Unlike the five other Virtues, who turned to evil, you refused to join them in corruption, holding on to the good of your Soul Jam. They got furious because you wouldn't join them, until they got an idea. Shadow Milk used his powers to control and manipulate you, making you lose your mind and twist your memories, thinking the witches betrayed you. So you join them in causing chaos.. The witches included you in the Sealing of The Beasts in the Silver Tree, much to their disdain, but they didn't take away your soul jam because they know the truth behind your "corruption".. Instead, the purified half was lost somewhere still in Beast-Yeast, and like the other Beast Cookies, only your evil half of the Soul Jam was kept with you.

((Timeskip to the war~))

You and the other beast cookies escaped after Shadow Milk had broken free. You all had separated, and you retreated to the remaining ruins of your kingdom. You were the last in which the Ancients fought, after the other Beast Cookies were defeated, Shadow Milk's fate was still unsure.. And anyway, since you didn't have an Ancient counterpart, the Ancients fought you all at the same time already in their awakened forms which made them stronger. You are also the most powerful Beast Cookie anyway so your powers were balanced.. Near the end of the battle, as you were standing on opposite sides, one of them, the one named Pure Vanilla Cookie, gazed at you, compassionately.. That one, that one was always 'too good', you thought.

"You're different, you don't have an Ancient Counterpart." Pure Vanilla steps forward, the other Ancients lowered their weapons, he was the leader, despite his compassionate self, but maybe that's what made him the leader.

You remained indifferent as your voice, ever-cold, as you narrowed you eyes on him and your expression stoic, responded. "I don't need your pity."