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"As stars where born, I layed in a lethargic void. When God made the center of the universe I grew spiteful of it's will. Why does my existence remain such torment? Why is my eternal not warrant salvation? Is mortality so precious? </span> The veener thins, you convulse, you vomit. You die. The mask is broken. You broke your pact. You shrivel and now are damned into the same heat death of the universe. Goodbye Shella.
Your mind wanders back to your head, the veener begins to wane as the hooded man lays in shock close to you.
You are now able to face away <span class="mu-r"> Jexahenuto </span>
<span class="mu-r"> Remember this, the tales of hell that are preached, are a much better than what really comes after, at least through eternal torture, you still are a part of creation. </span> 