Leiurus slowly approached the dying flame, yet could not bring herself to ignite it. She had seen what had become of Lord Gwyn, how the very flame he sought to protect had doomed both him and his kin, and realized at once what was to happen should she take his place.
How long would the new Age of Fire last if she were to rekindle it? How long until the undead curse returned to spread the same misery to an unprepared populous as it did for her time? How long until she was slain by the next chosen one as a charred, broken form of what she once was?
No. This was not the end she needed. Not the one humanity needed. The illusion had been broken, and there was no need to cast it once more. She had lived in the darkness for so long, her and every hunted being in that Age of Fire. It was time for the rest of the world to embrace the life one could find in darkness, and correct the errors of the past age.
Leiurus would not die in solitude as a martyr, but be reborn anew. The Rise of Humans and Dragons shall commence.
The Dark Lord hath come.
Also known as
I JUST BEAT DARK SOULS FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.
It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.
you have to love people for real. and that means loving them as people who have flaws, and will annoy you or get on your nerves some times. treating them like a toy or product you can throw away when you get bored or upset is not acceptable. it's what we've been conditioned to do, but it makes the world worse.
this chapter has been so absolutely nuts that I actually low-key forgot that I had a couple of new UM posters to do! wild! anyway, I gotta think about Lilia's some more, so here is my beautiful electric crocodile son in the meantime. god I hope this reads properly
(I went with Volt to go with his name, but there's a Bolt version too in the print-size folder!)
Gearing up for artfight, here's a new ref for a very old character! Müri(any pronouns) is part of a godly pantheon, being the god of mischief, mystery, and mayhem, among other things. The black and white markings aren't fixed, their skin shifts like a chameleon and can even turn invisible.