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A mass of white ensnared in eyes is what looks back at you from your reflection. A small golden circle dotted with small mouths slowly rotated above your mass of peepers.
Your arms are skeletal and are not attached to your body by joints, the space were these integral bones would be is replaced with..nothing. Some unknown force is seemingly keeping your separate body parts form falling apart. Your chest, is a white rib-cage holding what seems like some sort of incandescent orb inside of it.
For some reason staring at it feels nostalgic.
Your legs are in a similar situation to your arms, but it looks like small clumps of feathers are growing on the marble skin.
Lastly, a single limp and weak wing hangs on your back.
“My god.” The Words come out of your halo in an odd childlike chorus. Your executioner watches with an unamused frown.
“Is this what a pure soul looks like? Oh sweet lord help us all.” A feminine voice sighs.
Before your malformed body can say anything the creature of black wings shoots into the sky leaving you with your faith.
She looked weird, I mean a circle of light above their head, wings....oh god you just talked to an angel.
You just talked to an angel, that means...
“Lord hallelujah I’ve been blessed this day!” Your halo yells out towards the heavens. This must be sign of good things to come!
Truly this was a day to be praised!
“Excuse me, sir?”
Your eyes lock on to the second female voice you’ve heard this day. A pale mime with a black tipped nose, shoulder length blonde hair and a red suit walks up towards you with a smile on her face.
You are a couple feet taller than her and are forced to bend over to look her in the eyes. You love mimes, after all to condemn oneself to the vow of silence for the mere enjoyment for others, is this not in itself a penance? Truly a respectable profession.
“I’ve never seen anyone actually SCARE an executioner off! Would you be interested in a job at the Happy Ho-“
“This ugly freak is the on your allowing into our backdoor? Fuck with how he looks he’s probably begging for someone to enter his backdoor.” A gangster accent cut through the opportunistic mimes offer with the grace of broken glass.
A multi armed pink spider struts up towards the now sighing girl.
“Angel Dust, they might-“
“We saw that from a limo window! He looks like something out of a bad trip! I know freaks when I see them, but you don’t gotta look hard to see this one toots.”
The female(?) Demon, clad in pink fur, matching suit and breasts said...with an unmistakable masculine voice. The world made sense yesterday.
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I’m going to bed. Tomorrow the quest truly starts. I’ll explain the lore as well as combat.
