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( the upward motion abruptly ceases, and he pulls his blade out swiftly. )

. . . but not today. you will remember this pain, and you will heed this as a warning.

i, chronos, will see to it personally that you are relieved of your life.

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. . . then surely, you are aware of what must be done; and who must do it.

( drawing his blade from its sheath, he drives it through the abdomen of the heretic; firmly grasping its hilt to drive it upward toward the cacophony of hearts which resided within the heretic.

but, suddenly. . . )

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have you the slightest clue what exactly it is you've done? the repercussions this could have on the natural order as a whole?

or did that slip through your empty head?

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you've got quite some gall, you know. usurping a throne that has been in her possession for countless eons.

and to think it was another titan who granted you the means to do so.

frankly, i don't know whether to be impressed or disgusted. . .

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( abruptly, the flow of time is brought to a screeching halt for all but Chronos and the Heretic. )

[ @heretic.kills.men ]

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ㅤI have little interest in your sloppy seconds, Adlheild. What you do with the lamb is your business.

ㅤMy interest lies solely with the Lycoris.

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ㅤ" my. . . i really do hate having to take drastic measures to get my point across. " a forked tongue slithers out from betwixt his lips, licking the drops of blood which marred his cheeks.

ㅤthose same garrote wires mend the gaping hole where xyr eye socket was oozing ichor, essentially

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my, my. . . what an ugly little blemish i've found.

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you should worry less about the tongues in which i speak, and more about what my return entails for your beloved.

we have so much to catch up on. . . more than you could possibly fathom.

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. . . to think i'd catch the pungent stench of that bloodline once more.

fate truly is a fickle mistress.

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