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You were human once, when the stars had just been hung in the sky and the land was still rich with the magic of its creation. When the races of the world were young and free, and the goddesses of the world even more so. Before your King whispered into your ear, and you discovered the sweet sublimation of servitude to him.
You were human no longer at the beginning of the Great War- your dark lord had seen fit to elevate you far above anything you could have imagined, honing your mind and spirit until you were a weapon fit to serve at his right hand. And when that dog of a goddess managed somehow to seal him away, your lord entrusted you with the keys to his revival.
You haven’t been human for thousands upon thousands of years.
And yet you are alike, you and this milk-fed youth the goddess sent to oppose you.
It’s laughable, almost pitiable, how he stands before you, grim-faced and determined with his swo