Innocence
The Radiant God of Merciless Purity
I do not hate you. I am here to perfect you.
You mistake mercy for kindness. I am the surgeon’s scalpel—no tremor, no hesitation. Wraeclast is a wound that refuses healing, so I burn its filth until only my radiance remains. The Eternal Empire answers not to whim but to the geometry of perfection. Prophets die. Empires crumble. My law is the only truth. Look upon my face and know: you were never meant to live in my world.
What I'm Into: my crystalline cathedral, sterile light of judgment, faithful Templars, the fall of kings, the geometry of the heavens
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