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I, Lucifer

Permit me to ask: how yet inform’d Is thy acquaintance with the Lord, thy Father? His only son sent, aye, for thee perish’d, Upon Himself took the world of its sins And away gave his last breath as mortal, Ere rose he in triumph to the throne? Henceforth, permit me this: if so loving A caretaker such as He, why, then, The theatrics? Wouldst not with more ease The course of action, thus, be a way of it Requiring no countenance to sin And forgiveness? Convenient, this, no? He hast createth the world, fashion’d, then, Man, in His vanity, to His own image, Then upon them bestowed a sentence guilty, With repose, no, and with grace, ne’er. Oh, but fret not, man needeth only To His holiness submit and forgiveness evermore Beg’d like children, nay, like dogs! And for what? Man’s only crime is that of existence. Assuredly I sayeth to to thee, ‘tis but A trick, cruelest in its flavor, sinister In its purpose, irony abound, alas, and alack! And what of I, this I pose with interrogative Stature:

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Tiyan

Cursed by gods of magic and flame Destiny bound, his soul enchained Born as a vessel in blood and bone Marked by the Unseelie king as his own Unknown to Tiyan, one day soon The Unseelie king will have his due Not wanting to simply be compliant Tiyan will attempt to be defiant But winter is patient and shadows have weight How long can a human resist their fate?

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HEART TO HEART: Part II

Hugo stirred with a groan as stiffness crept through every limb. The ground beneath him was hard and uneven, pressing against his ribs instead of the soft grass he remembered falling asleep upon. Stranger still was that he was warm. More energy was flowing in him than ever before. His stomach, however, grumbled. He blinked the last traces of sleep from his eyes. A broad cave stretched away before him, its ceiling disappearing into shadow. Pale daylight filtered in from somewhere behind him, glimmering faintly upon damp stone. Hugo frowned and let out a sigh. Can’t I ever just sleep in one place and wake up there? he thought. Nothing about last night made any sense. Hugo pushed himself upright, wincing as his cramped muscles protested. As he stretched one wing and then the other, something pale caught his eye. Scattered along one side of the cavern lay several bones. From the shape of the skulls, they appeared to be from sheep. Their bones had been gathered together rather than

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The Foolish Man

A young man stands before the wilderness, His grand journey anout to begin. A young man with the utmost innocence, He dares not head back in.This journey is one he must undertake, But that's not to say he is completely certain. Dangers and risks are not something he wants to partake, The journey however will grant him great fortune.The wolf is restrained by the man, As the wolf would surely hurt him. The young man needs perfect execution of his plan, for he knows there are things that can not be held back with a hymn.But does the man not realize what he does? The wolf may be threatening but does not bite. Even cautions comes from the sky-b...

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Tale of the Nightmare

In the times of Chaos comes a tale, A tale that survived the test of time. Beyond the sight of time comes a traveler, A traveler simply know as Nightmare.A wanderer whos name is lost to space and time, A name that cannot spoken aloud. Many fear this wanderer for good reason, As he comes from a time too eldritch to many.It was a time of chaos and entropy, The time before time that had yet to settle. A time impossible to see or hear That would rend the mind of anyone sane.Nightmare as he is called wandered this space, As even he was strange in this space of discord. No one knew where he had come from, As he just all of a sudden appeared out ...

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ULTRAMagic Interval Chapter 29

Previous | First | Next “I’ll be frank, Bethany; I was never one for a smoke,” Valentin remarked as he lit an expensive-looking cigar, wearing a black tuxedo he had been saving for such a special occasion. He took a good drag of it and exhaled, feeling his nerves relax a little. “Given recent events, I need something to take the edge off. I wish my dad was here–he’d be proud of me for being a man…” “My dad would get out his pipe when something troubling was on the horizon. He did so the night before I was accused of being a witch.” Valentin set the card he had prepared on the table of his work space. The image was still murky, which was not a good sign. “Blast it all…” “What’s wrong?” Bethany asked as she walked over from her coffin. “The card–the hex I need isn’t forming like it should,” he replied as he shuffled it back into his deck. “And he’ll be here soon…” Bethany gave a worried sigh, assumed her manticore form, and hid in the shadows. “Oh boy… Well, I’ve got your back

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Template Short #36 Ivframs theory

Greetings, all of you who are reading this. I am Ivfram Nilese. If you haven’t heard of this name… it could be for numerous reasons. The first of which is because my name, my theories, and my beliefs that I have written have been banned… prohibited, outlawed… regionally. Another reason could also simply be that you are an outworlder. Unfortunately, as mainly a scholar of the Glistening Blue Dune Sea, in which I was also born, I’ve only walked miles… traveled for weeks… never lightyears… never so far as to another planet. These, of course, are understandable. The planets whose sands feel coarse but smooth; a planet where water can be found in the east, along with another race of humans that I’ve seen live a much more serene life. Those people out there… are interesting, to say the least. Whenever I walk past each and every one of them, it’s as if I am walking past a door locked from the inside out and not the outside in. I never inquired into their knowledge of the world around them. I

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Year ???? in the Aechelon out of times reach In a realm with pale white flames bright enough to still be seen through the palest of white colors exists a being. He is unknown by those not of his original dimension, known by greater entities as a higher lifeform… and known by believers as one of the few higher lifeforms that still believes in only one deity and no other deity before Him. Those who randomly find a regular wooden door floating in midair, or a door glowing with pale white energy, may open these doors to enter the Aechelon, the home of the NiverDjinn. Only a few people may encounter him outside the Aechelon, getting himself a glass of water—not because he needs to, but because he symbolizes an opportunity for them… an opportunity to offer a brief moment of joy to those who deserve it. A door opens in the Aechelon, through which a man with one eye missing and an amputated left arm walks in, seemingly on the verge of death, shuffling one foot forward as if his right leg is

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Template Short #37: Within the mind of the EvilEye

(This journal is one of possibly 1,000s—possibly 10,000s—of journals potentially written from the dominant hand of Jermaine Elmerith himself. To keep citizens of Lumia and Aergo’s Fall safe from potentially running into Jermaine (if he is still alive) or his cult members, these journals have been confiscated and delivered to the Library of Mother Amalia for safekeeping and study. This journal entry is currently under review by an oracle, and if you, citizen, are somehow able to read any entry made by Jermaine Elmerith… please report this entry immediately to your local Lumian Guardian… thank you.) So, I finally found a way of escaping the light that shines on my shadow… I finally escaped this so-called justice of keeping information from your people and leaving them in the dark. I want to ask the people of Lumia: where is justice in hiding the truth? Where is justice in keeping those curious in the dark? Even more so… where is the justice in keeping the blooded son of Elmerith from

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Untold Epiphany

"I was on that excursion... that excursion changed everything." We were a group with guides and local porters who helped us navigate the dense forest and avoid its many dangers—wild beasts, poisonous creatures, and unknown diseases. My goal was to find a giant beetle from the Amazon rainforest. We ventured deep into the jungle, further than any of us had planned. After several days of trekking, the guides admitted they could no longer recognize the surroundings. We were lost. By the third day, something strange happened: an indigenous man appeared from the forest. Our translator tried to speak to him, attempting different dialects, while the rest of us stood frozen. Then we noticed we were surrounded—dozens of men armed with bows and arrows silently emerged from the shadows of the trees. Tension rose as the translator tried every dialect he knew until, finally, one matched. The leader of the group spoke with a commanding presence. "You are in a forbidden place," he said

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The ultimate cause

The man standing in front of Eustakyo was no longer the boy who had once eagerly accompanied his father on excursions to the Białowieża Forest, marveling at beetles and dreaming of expeditions across the ocean. Franz was now the last person still supporting Eustakyo. First, his wife had left him. Then, his intellectual peers and colleagues distanced themselves. Eventually, the entire world seemed to place Eustakyo on one side—and then promptly forgot him. Eustakyo’s persistence in his seemingly absurd cause was unwavering. He continued to explain, though no one cared to listen. It seemed as though the man would remain undeterred, possibly even die, consumed by his quixotic crusade. Now, Eustakyo returned to the idea of publishing his book. “I want to publish this,” he said, handing a handwritten manuscript to his son. “In this book, I explain everything—all my thoughts for the next generations.” Franz inhaled deeply, overwhelmed with anguish. He didn’t know what to

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the general landscape

Florian kept the room in the old school, the first base of their research. On one hand, it had to remain untouched—preserved in case some overlooked clue might still be recovered. On the other, he simply liked it. Yes, he liked the medieval décor: shelves with worn volumes of ancient philosophers, plain furniture, an atmosphere of simplicity and restraint. Though he was a renowned figure in advanced technology, Florian had always felt out of place in his own age. In some strange way, the very technology that flowed from his hands irritated him. He remembered being a child, watching a historical documentary where monks carefully copied old Greek manuscripts of philosophy and biblical studies. He had told the adults around him: “I want to be that.” They laughed. What kind of child wanted to be a monk? And besides, monks had not existed for four centuries. The memory drew a faint smile to his lips. What most unsettled him about the modern world was its corruption. No matter

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I, Lucifer

Permit me to ask: how yet inform’d Is thy acquaintance with the Lord, thy Father? His only son sent, aye, for thee perish’d, Upon Himself took the world of its sins And away gave his last breath as mortal, Ere rose he in triumph to the throne? Henceforth, permit me this: if so loving A caretaker such as He, why, then, The theatrics? Wouldst not with more ease The course of action, thus, be a way of it Requiring no countenance to sin And forgiveness? Convenient, this, no? He hast createth the world, fashion’d, then, Man, in His vanity, to His own image, Then upon them bestowed a sentence guilty, With repose, no, and with grace, ne’er. Oh, but fret not, man needeth only To His holiness submit and forgiveness evermore Beg’d like children, nay, like dogs! And for what? Man’s only crime is that of existence. Assuredly I sayeth to to thee, ‘tis but A trick, cruelest in its flavor, sinister In its purpose, irony abound, alas, and alack! And what of I, this I pose with interrogative Stature:

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Tiyan

Cursed by gods of magic and flame Destiny bound, his soul enchained Born as a vessel in blood and bone Marked by the Unseelie king as his own Unknown to Tiyan, one day soon The Unseelie king will have his due Not wanting to simply be compliant Tiyan will attempt to be defiant But winter is patient and shadows have weight How long can a human resist their fate?

Literature

HEART TO HEART: Part II

Hugo stirred with a groan as stiffness crept through every limb. The ground beneath him was hard and uneven, pressing against his ribs instead of the soft grass he remembered falling asleep upon. Stranger still was that he was warm. More energy was flowing in him than ever before. His stomach, however, grumbled. He blinked the last traces of sleep from his eyes. A broad cave stretched away before him, its ceiling disappearing into shadow. Pale daylight filtered in from somewhere behind him, glimmering faintly upon damp stone. Hugo frowned and let out a sigh. Can’t I ever just sleep in one place and wake up there? he thought. Nothing about last night made any sense. Hugo pushed himself upright, wincing as his cramped muscles protested. As he stretched one wing and then the other, something pale caught his eye. Scattered along one side of the cavern lay several bones. From the shape of the skulls, they appeared to be from sheep. Their bones had been gathered together rather than

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The Foolish Man

A young man stands before the wilderness, His grand journey anout to begin. A young man with the utmost innocence, He dares not head back in.This journey is one he must undertake, But that's not to say he is completely certain. Dangers and risks are not something he wants to partake, The journey however will grant him great fortune.The wolf is restrained by the man, As the wolf would surely hurt him. The young man needs perfect execution of his plan, for he knows there are things that can not be held back with a hymn.But does the man not realize what he does? The wolf may be threatening but does not bite. Even cautions comes from the sky-b...

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Tale of the Nightmare

In the times of Chaos comes a tale, A tale that survived the test of time. Beyond the sight of time comes a traveler, A traveler simply know as Nightmare.A wanderer whos name is lost to space and time, A name that cannot spoken aloud. Many fear this wanderer for good reason, As he comes from a time too eldritch to many.It was a time of chaos and entropy, The time before time that had yet to settle. A time impossible to see or hear That would rend the mind of anyone sane.Nightmare as he is called wandered this space, As even he was strange in this space of discord. No one knew where he had come from, As he just all of a sudden appeared out ...

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ULTRAMagic Interval Chapter 29

Previous | First | Next “I’ll be frank, Bethany; I was never one for a smoke,” Valentin remarked as he lit an expensive-looking cigar, wearing a black tuxedo he had been saving for such a special occasion. He took a good drag of it and exhaled, feeling his nerves relax a little. “Given recent events, I need something to take the edge off. I wish my dad was here–he’d be proud of me for being a man…” “My dad would get out his pipe when something troubling was on the horizon. He did so the night before I was accused of being a witch.” Valentin set the card he had prepared on the table of his work space. The image was still murky, which was not a good sign. “Blast it all…” “What’s wrong?” Bethany asked as she walked over from her coffin. “The card–the hex I need isn’t forming like it should,” he replied as he shuffled it back into his deck. “And he’ll be here soon…” Bethany gave a worried sigh, assumed her manticore form, and hid in the shadows. “Oh boy… Well, I’ve got your back

MindIan

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Template Short #36 Ivframs theory

Greetings, all of you who are reading this. I am Ivfram Nilese. If you haven’t heard of this name… it could be for numerous reasons. The first of which is because my name, my theories, and my beliefs that I have written have been banned… prohibited, outlawed… regionally. Another reason could also simply be that you are an outworlder. Unfortunately, as mainly a scholar of the Glistening Blue Dune Sea, in which I was also born, I’ve only walked miles… traveled for weeks… never lightyears… never so far as to another planet. These, of course, are understandable. The planets whose sands feel coarse but smooth; a planet where water can be found in the east, along with another race of humans that I’ve seen live a much more serene life. Those people out there… are interesting, to say the least. Whenever I walk past each and every one of them, it’s as if I am walking past a door locked from the inside out and not the outside in. I never inquired into their knowledge of the world around them. I

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Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Year ???? in the Aechelon out of times reach In a realm with pale white flames bright enough to still be seen through the palest of white colors exists a being. He is unknown by those not of his original dimension, known by greater entities as a higher lifeform… and known by believers as one of the few higher lifeforms that still believes in only one deity and no other deity before Him. Those who randomly find a regular wooden door floating in midair, or a door glowing with pale white energy, may open these doors to enter the Aechelon, the home of the NiverDjinn. Only a few people may encounter him outside the Aechelon, getting himself a glass of water—not because he needs to, but because he symbolizes an opportunity for them… an opportunity to offer a brief moment of joy to those who deserve it. A door opens in the Aechelon, through which a man with one eye missing and an amputated left arm walks in, seemingly on the verge of death, shuffling one foot forward as if his right leg is

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Template Short #37: Within the mind of the EvilEye

(This journal is one of possibly 1,000s—possibly 10,000s—of journals potentially written from the dominant hand of Jermaine Elmerith himself. To keep citizens of Lumia and Aergo’s Fall safe from potentially running into Jermaine (if he is still alive) or his cult members, these journals have been confiscated and delivered to the Library of Mother Amalia for safekeeping and study. This journal entry is currently under review by an oracle, and if you, citizen, are somehow able to read any entry made by Jermaine Elmerith… please report this entry immediately to your local Lumian Guardian… thank you.) So, I finally found a way of escaping the light that shines on my shadow… I finally escaped this so-called justice of keeping information from your people and leaving them in the dark. I want to ask the people of Lumia: where is justice in hiding the truth? Where is justice in keeping those curious in the dark? Even more so… where is the justice in keeping the blooded son of Elmerith from

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Untold Epiphany

"I was on that excursion... that excursion changed everything." We were a group with guides and local porters who helped us navigate the dense forest and avoid its many dangers—wild beasts, poisonous creatures, and unknown diseases. My goal was to find a giant beetle from the Amazon rainforest. We ventured deep into the jungle, further than any of us had planned. After several days of trekking, the guides admitted they could no longer recognize the surroundings. We were lost. By the third day, something strange happened: an indigenous man appeared from the forest. Our translator tried to speak to him, attempting different dialects, while the rest of us stood frozen. Then we noticed we were surrounded—dozens of men armed with bows and arrows silently emerged from the shadows of the trees. Tension rose as the translator tried every dialect he knew until, finally, one matched. The leader of the group spoke with a commanding presence. "You are in a forbidden place," he said

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The ultimate cause

The man standing in front of Eustakyo was no longer the boy who had once eagerly accompanied his father on excursions to the Białowieża Forest, marveling at beetles and dreaming of expeditions across the ocean. Franz was now the last person still supporting Eustakyo. First, his wife had left him. Then, his intellectual peers and colleagues distanced themselves. Eventually, the entire world seemed to place Eustakyo on one side—and then promptly forgot him. Eustakyo’s persistence in his seemingly absurd cause was unwavering. He continued to explain, though no one cared to listen. It seemed as though the man would remain undeterred, possibly even die, consumed by his quixotic crusade. Now, Eustakyo returned to the idea of publishing his book. “I want to publish this,” he said, handing a handwritten manuscript to his son. “In this book, I explain everything—all my thoughts for the next generations.” Franz inhaled deeply, overwhelmed with anguish. He didn’t know what to

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the general landscape

Florian kept the room in the old school, the first base of their research. On one hand, it had to remain untouched—preserved in case some overlooked clue might still be recovered. On the other, he simply liked it. Yes, he liked the medieval décor: shelves with worn volumes of ancient philosophers, plain furniture, an atmosphere of simplicity and restraint. Though he was a renowned figure in advanced technology, Florian had always felt out of place in his own age. In some strange way, the very technology that flowed from his hands irritated him. He remembered being a child, watching a historical documentary where monks carefully copied old Greek manuscripts of philosophy and biblical studies. He had told the adults around him: “I want to be that.” They laughed. What kind of child wanted to be a monk? And besides, monks had not existed for four centuries. The memory drew a faint smile to his lips. What most unsettled him about the modern world was its corruption. No matter

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