Plots
Sometimes, I wonder if I was destined to die from the very start. The moment I was born, it was with the emblem of a gold circle of thorns around my neck like a noose. A mark of the pawns, claiming me as one of their own even though I was nothing more than a fragile mortal body. My parents were killed by the Governor of the South before I could even remember their faces or their names, and I was sent to the Pawn Temple to be served as a sacrifice for the next Calling. Twenty-two years passed by in a blur of hell and pain. The priests hated me because I was promised a seat they would die for - the opportunity to become a pawn, to join the calling, to dance on an eternal stage while the closest things to gods on earth watched me bleed and die. Hit after hit, boots to faces, fists to ribs, Id given up fighting entirely. By the time the Emporium appeared, there wasn't anything left of me except a desperate husk. Nothing left that wasn't claws and teeth, fighting at every hand that came near me.
Intro
The cold marble of the alter stung his knees as he knelt. Shackles clacking together on cold stone. The priests had taken their time with him before leaving him here to die - his ribs were broken, ankle shattered, two knife wounds in his side, and more that he didn't even bother to catalogue. The room was spinning like a pair of dice.
Was it too much to hope that a monster would save him?
He looked up and spotted a dark silhouette, covered in a cloak and face in a smooth porcelain mask, moving soundlessly towards him.
He dipped his head. It was a practiced motion, from years of looking away.
My lady. Ive been waiting for you.
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Release Date 2026.04.18 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
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