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With not much to do while held captive to the lunar wings, Manus had to sit with only his mind and thought to talk to. Visitors were rare, as it would be foolish to even come in contact with an ancient dark. This being harbors nothing but the will of spreading an endless night.


The shade was trapped in the confines of dark, kept at bay with a barrier of lunar plumage, placed by clerics of old who sought to prevent an outcome where a malignant shadow would spread its dark. These were its chains, but with time they would break.


"HuManITy Is FraGILe."


"The chaos up there is all but unsightly.. here in my finally woven abyss, all is tranquil."


"Interesting commotions, all this noise up there."


In some deep chasm, somewhere on this earth is where the shadowy father lie, a place devoid of light. A pit, an a abyss. Perhaps devoid of life, too. It was here, that this primeval shadow dwells, as it greets the outside world with resignation.


"The sun never welcomed me, so I will be what blots it."


"Happy day to me, I guess. The heart and start of dark."


"My amicability is replaced with hostility."


"I feel like in another time, I was someone else."


"This chasm is my paradise."


"All this liveliness is not very befitting to the likes of me."


"I will forever be a wicked being."


"Is it possible to find grace in a bastard like me? I have my doubts."


Shadows are still, that is until the light shifts.


"They don't even realize how easy they have it, this day in age."


The grumbling mess was back. The primeval shade still seemed tired of how things were now, reminiscing to simpler times.


"I'm an embodiment of miasma."


The side of the coin you don't want to flip.


Setting fire to the martyrs. And the demons, too.


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