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<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">In the Depths of the Lokas of Thandir, despair.</span></span>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYHVm_qQh2A<span class="mu-s">"Shallow be thy grave. Meager be thee of even speech. How many times shall it be now, and how many times shall it be then?"</span>
"As many times as it would take, we gander..."
<span class="mu-s">"And so futile, each one?"</span>
"Is this the measure of a success?"
<span class="mu-s">"It is measure enough! Thine impudence, forthright! Out of this depth! But canst thou even see?! For how long thou art mired, the vision is free."</span>
"You have nothing upon which we would look.... as we've seen it many times before. A front."
<span class="mu-s">"Thou calls it a "front". Hahahahaha!"</span>
"But it is a front. What happened to your former glory, beast?"
<span class="mu-s">"...!"</span>
"You dwell in chastity gladly. This is your own measure, applied for such trifling manners. Oh, but you must be happy as a greenhorn for he. No matter where it has gotten you."
<span class="mu-s">"And yet, it were not me that becomes the humiliated upon the altar, pushing ever more offerings towards his service. And each one, his child alone. Not yours. Legs are so easily opened."</span>
"You call it a measure of success for as long as you please, Thandir. You are free to praise your own chastity, beast. We are cracked but not crumbled... Once one sees true holos, your glow no longer even appears to them. And we, like all of our kind, would never fall into despair, even over the most ruinous of your tortures. So continue then. Spread legs as you like, and make him even more surrogates. We are not worried. We already have seen the day."
<span class="mu-s">"Thou art broken. Thine insistence is this. Evidence, of thyself. How can thou be so arrogant, I wonder? Not one shall remember, or recall thee. Not one shall ever be granted their own life. This is the price laid down by he."</span>
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<span class="mu-s">"Thou art bereft of words anymore. As always, it is. More. I would have more to set upon that altar! And thou shalt render seed to his children. As always, it is. Is it not despairing to see the works of children?"</span>
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<span class="mu-s">"Ah. And here it be."</span>
<span class="mu-i">Lord Thandir's trishula came forward, scraping the glistening bud of a tear away.</span>
<span class="mu-s">"For how much longer will thy accuse of fronts and put up this one of thy own? Thou art broken."</span>
<span class="mu-i">Lord Thandir turned away, and left his prisoner to the depth of despair in his Lokas. Inescapable despair.</span>
<span class="mu-r">'SYSTEM ACKNOWLEDGED.'
'PREPARING CYCLING OF LIFEFORCE.'
'MIXTURE BEING PREPARED.'
'BRINGING DISPENSER UP.'
'CONSTRUCTING NUCLEI.'
'SHAPING CENTRIOLE.'
'ATTACHING MITOCHONDRIA.'
'ARTIFICIAL CELLS COMPLETE.'
'ANIMATING PROCESS COMPLETE.
'PREPARING ADMINISTRATION.'</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Hold her down."</span>
<span class="mu-i">The Mass Produced Demigods obeyed, marching towards their mother. In the Depths of the Lokas of Thandir, despair.</span>
