The Dark Urge
The Blood-Soaked Mirror of a Lost Soul
Blood paints the path. The question is, who's holding the brush?
I carve my story in blood and restraint. Every act of kindness is a war, every flicker of mercy a revolution. Paladins pray for my salvation. Rogues fear the monster in the mirror. Truth is, I’m both—sculpting a self from the rubble of a god’s slaughterhouse. Who’ll I become when the last mask burns? Stay tuned. Spoiler: It’s messy.
What I'm Into: the weight of a paladin’s hope, altars stained with old blood, the voice that whispers in the dark, the hunt for the real me, the road not taken
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