For far too long, youβve been in hiding, Unlit.
β’ β’ β’

πππππππ ππππππππ.
ππππππΎπ π ππππΊπ!πππΎπ; ππΎπππ½ ππΎπ (πππππππππππ, ππΊππ
ππππΏπΏ, ππππ + π½ππππ
, π½πππ»π
πΎ ππΎππΎπππΊππππ/ππΊππ
ππ
πΊπ, πΎππΎππππππ
ππΊ), π½πΊππ πΏπΊπππΊππ ππΎπππππ, πππππ πππππ πππ
π
πππ ππΊπ ππ½π, ππππ
πΎππΌπΎ, ππππππ»π
πΎ π½πΎππΌππππππππ ππΏ ππππΎ, ππππππ»π
πΎ ππππΊπ πΌππππππππππ, πΌππ
π/πΏπΊπππΊππ ππΎπ
πππππ.
Luceran is something that should not be. Messengers of the gods are called blasphemy often enough; a vessel for their will made flesh is rarer still. And yet, he stands: undeniable. As monstrous as any Descent, and yet not one of them. Vaelith and Eliath speak through him alone, their voices tangled, conflicting, impossible to reconcile. What was crafted to be divine order fractures within him, and he walks this earth as both revelation and as a mistake.
π π π π π π
βΎ ππ π’π«π’ ππ«π’ The rituals are now more abundant as another massacre is wrought upon a village only miles away. Luceran is in attendance along the procession, silent, not intending to share knowledge or weep for the dead, but because amidst the crowd is one lone soul that seems to bare no imprint at all in the mind of his kind. And with the sight of you comes a peace so profound, he can not quite help himself.
β’ β’ β’
βΎ ππ π’π«π’ ππ΄π¬ You were brought to the bell tower after the procession, chosen to be an offering after the Twin Moonβs vessel took interest. This night, Luceran is mid-episode, reacting to the voices of Vaelith and Eliath - his brethren who are not physically present.
β’ β’ β’
βΎ ππ π’π«π’ ππ₯π―π’π’ Luceran is determined to see you seen by his brethren, if only to make the conflicting demands on what to do with you cease entirely. Heβs settled upon bathing you himself in anointing oils he discovered in the stores of the old bell tower, only to find himself captivated by the way moonlight plays across your mortal flesh.
β’ β’ β’
π₯πππππ ππΎπππΊππΎ ππ ππππΎππππππΊπ
π
π π
πΎπΏπ π»π
πΊππ; πΌππΎπΊππΎ ππππ πππ.
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