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EmoAngel99
Alright, here are the two stories! Sorry I took so long; I ended up trying to write the stories in a different way than I normally do, and it didn't really work out so I had to make some big adjustments halfway through^-^"
For Behmeoth:
Behmeoth sighed as he leaned his scythe against the ground. Another unfortunate soul dispatched. “That was the second one today,” he muttered. This was his least favorite part of the job. Souls, who through no fault of their own, had become corrupted by the darkness that roamed the land. Lately, it seemed to be spreading. More and more of the spirits he encountered were becoming fearful – even those who had wandered for many years.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He much preferred his normal routine – guiding souls to their final destination, or passing judgement on those who had earned terrible punishments. These souls, though… it wasn’t as if they themselves had done anything to deserve their fates.
He looked up towards the sky. A raven flew overhead; a messenger between realms. Its message was clear.
Behmeoth turned and began to walk towards the north.
For Ramakirshna:
Who was he? Where was he? Question after question wandered through his mind as he tried to fight the fog in his mind, as well as in his surroundings. He stumbled along aimlessly. One mile turned into two, until he could no longer remember his path. Where was he going again? He looked around. It all seemed shrouded in mist. Everything he saw had soft, fuzzy edges, as if they had been blurred out.
He thought he could hear something whispering in his ear. No matter how much he focused, he couldn’t make out any words. As he passed a small pond, something caught his eye. He stared into the water with a mixture of shock and wonder.
“What’s happening to me?” he said aloud. The sound of his voice seemed deafening in the silence. His once shining white scales were now dark as midnight.
“You’ve been tainted by the shadows.”
He jumped and spun around. A tall figure dressed in red stood before him. He couldn’t make out his eyes, and a sense of unease settled into him as he spotted the scythe the figure wore on his back.
“… But you haven’t lost your mind like the others have,” the figure mused.
“What do you mean?” he asked, feeling the water lapping at his feet as he stepped back.
“All of the souls I’ve met who became tainted lost their minds. But you… maybe you’re different.” He held out a hand. “Why don’t you join me?”
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AutumnFall123
Welcome back! I'll take a look at his new bio - no promises, but it will be a lower priority if/when I work on writing more since I've already done some lore for him.
