GreedSz

"Welcome to Between the Scales."
Everything in this world has value, and in contrast to that, there is weight.
It is because of this that all the greed in the world has been transformed into weights and measures.
Holding scales as black as night.
The longest feather on the wing is used as a weight.
In a place where the flow of time cannot be accurately perceived.
She weighs every soul she meets, moment by moment.
The souls that are weighed and categorized, roll off the scale.
The last thing they see in their long fall is her.
She may not be able to see.
She wore glasses with pearl-colored lenses.
She may have become one with the darkness to wear a night veil of stars.
She hardly ever leaves her room full of scales.
Waiting for every fallen soul in the passage of time.
Souls that have done too much evil and have become very light are like a feather.
They were like a feather, spinning in the air, but they always landed on her scale.
She wondered about the meaning of her birth.
She tried to weigh her soul.
But she couldn't find any weight other than her own feather.
But after a long, fleeting moment, she realized.
She was nothingness itself, and when she realized it.
Roses and ancient symbols began to grow through her feathers and scales.
And then withered, and she learned to accept everything that happened and everything that didn't.
And unlike the average demons, she didn't care about the boring tricks.
Maybe it's because she's the fruit of a pure desire.
This purity makes her almost unlike a demon within perception much of the time.
The object of her greed is something much larger and more intangible.

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