ㅤㅤ•° the god had never begged before. Never in its life would it try to beg, not when everything was at its fingertips. But by itself, it would try doing that now, if it meant answers.
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ㅤㅤ« ⱤɆ₮ɄⱤ₦ ł₮ ₮Ø ₥Ɇ.ᐟ »

ㅤㅤ•° its voice attempted to reach whatever divinity it had left, hands tearing off Chymeri's own to grab on to his hair, anger filling its veins as it pulled at his hair.

ㅤㅤ•° the anger, the pain. It was real. Too real. The hatred. Too real.
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ㅤㅤ“Okay.“

ㅤㅤ•° it does not like the feeling of its hand wrapped inside his bigger ones. It sighed, leaning back on the ground, suddenly feeling tired.
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ㅤㅤ•° its voice sounded just as human as its children. Too physical. To real. It needed to go back. Go back to being immortal, unending, unreal.

ㅤㅤ“You ... What did you do ... .ᐣ”

ㅤㅤ•° but despite the desperation, it was afraid. Of death, of life. Everything. Like a newborn deer.
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ㅤㅤ•° it called out to Chymeri, voice sounding like windchimes.

ㅤㅤ•° passing through the gateway; meeting the man eye to eye.
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ㅤㅤ•° Monad. The Absolute One. It's a title given to it by its followers.
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ㅤㅤ•° it was asking for a handshake, of sorts. The universe waited for him, keeping the finger out until he touched it, or until he voiced any sort of uncomfortableness.

ㅤㅤ•° twilight danced on its skin, and a milky way-like universe made up its hair, white and shimmering, with a dark underside.
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//they're good kids, swear. They don't rely on their papa/mama all that much, just when someone needs killing :D

ㅤㅤ•° it placed the cash on the counter, sliding it forward on the smooth wood. Its hand lingered for a moment or two, admiring the texture. It had been a while since it walked the forests of earth.

ㅤㅤ‹ « 𝓦𝖊𝘭𝘭 .ᐣ » ›
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ㅤㅤ•° the universe floated to that section of the place, taking two small bags and a jug of milk. What a silly sight it was, to see the universe itself buying groceries.

ㅤㅤ‹ « Ⲣɑ𝑦ｍ𝖊𝖓𝘵. 𝓦һɑ𝘵 𝒹օ𝘵һ 𝘵һօ𝗎 𝘵ɑ𝚔𝖊𝓼𝘵.ᐣ » ›
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