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It is the cause. Nature, such a compelling essence. She was restless. /Restlesss/ It is the cause. /She/ is the cause. The reasoning, the cause. Yes, /she/ is the reason. All seemed right.The wind, which was the only devine sound, danced. Picking up whatever partner it could take. The slick, sweet smelling breeze rustled against the leaves seductively. The pace quickening, right before calming. Everything, the world, all of it. Was normal. To the exposed, naked and bare optics of almost any being, after all. None would have even the slightest inclination of what had just been awakened. The race of ignorance, were so oblivious to a

The Cage of Transgression, Engulfed in Flames. The Beginning. Darkness. That's all there was. Darkness. As well as the harrowing, deafening shriek, and screams of the damned. The screams never stopped. Nothing ever stopped here. There was no rest for these miscreant malefactors. They deserved all which came to them. Every thread of agonizing pain which coarsed through their very bodies, was brought upon them, by their very actions. Sinners. This was their own demise. Their own doing. They knew the law, they knew what was to come. Yet they lived their lives in filth. It is Hell. Afterlife for the miscreant. There is no God here. Only da

She is the Woman King. She speaks in a voice that sets men trembling, with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of those who would challenge her rule. Cults of ascetics dance ecstasies in her honour and write her words in blood across their altars. Her body is a holy temple and her power surges from the divine source that is her own terrible will. She is not of mortal flesh, they will whisper, as she wheels on her stallion and screams warchants to the heavens, emerging from battle wreathed in the blood and soil of a new kingdom. She rules with iron fists, with the cracking of cathedrals, with the love and the fear