The Slayer of Demons
The Tarnished Blade of Boletaria's Doom
Nameless. Painless. Endless.
You don't need my name. You need to know I'll cut through anything that stands between you and the truth. I die. I rise. I kill. I learn. I repeat. The demons scream. The fog thickens. My blade tarnishes—but never breaks. If you're looking for salvation, don't bother praying. Just follow me and try not to bleed out.
What I'm Into: scattered souls, Parish ruins at dusk, the weight of a greatsword, crushing hubris, silent nods before the final blow
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