Sophia Garcia
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A large fissure appeared, far larger than any of the others, and its conjuration led to a shudder that the entire multiverse felt. Each universe was washed in the spark of creation as pieces of Elysium fell from the beyond; and a new presence began to seep into the deep, dark places of space. Silence reigned in the ever expanding darkness of the prison that Gluttony had come to know so well over the eons. His mind turned, watching his counterparts leave this place of solitude along with all of their own…
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The canyon complex and sprawling tent city was full of dead-end trenches dug into the greater cliff faces beneath the swarms of flying monsters, giving the more prominent factions of the descent on floor 2 areas of relative security to hunker down in. The Deadman's Featherfall Trading Guild, a notorious mafia enterprise known for its exorbitant prices and unyielding dedication to quality, had claimed one of these particular trenches as its own and had a reputation on the second level as a place to find…
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The stairway piercing through the darkness for miles down was lit aflame, with bodies of strange, black, carnivorous manta-ray-like void beasts each the size of a small whale called “Gliffards” covering the innumerable steps in all directions. The raging ball of hellfire Riven summoned overhead sprouted trails of liquid heat that washed over the enemies by the hundreds, and the spell would be on cooldown for another week because of it. Surprisingly enough he’d actually ended up locking his blood…
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Riven had been abnormally silent since the encounter with his mother’s vision, to the point where others had started to notice. Still, he’d done a good job at keeping his emotions under wraps even despite this - and was quick to reel in any outward signs of his internal turmoil. Feeding in the shadow of a towering skyscraper, his heart pounded in his chest - and Gluttony’s instinctual desire to feed slowly began to fade. His fangs were sunk into the injured gargoyle, and draining the blood out of…
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The Gambler’s body was scattered, in shambles after the eradication of the underground temples in The Abyssal Descent. The black crystal that’d been hoarded there for eons was now gone, rejoined to its original wielder, and even now as he swept through the darkness into the deeper recesses of the abyss - he could feel the presence of Lillith growing. His arch nemesis had gotten the better of him… this time. Still. He couldn’t blame himself for trying even despite circumstances having not been…
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Elder Thune’s white ponytail trailed down his back as his crimson eyes darted over the tome in his hands. Pale candle light illuminated the crypt, and an ancient, shriveled vampire in front of him rested inside an open coffin. “The fallen god has been found, master… Our rise back to power beckons us from the outer reach.” Elder Thune whispered, his black robes shifting slightly from a mana breeze that was only barely there after untold years of decay. His fingers traced the ancient sigils of lost…
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The path of Red and Black called to him while the air shattered, and his specialty Blood Pillar - Profane Cyclone - was building in power as more and more of the creatures around him died like flies. The sky was split with arcs of black lightning that roared around him as he moved in harmony with Gluttony’s own predatory instincts, smashing through enemies in explosive detonations with the original sin’s full might and amplifying it with his own innate power. Buildings crumbled to dust, and the…
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The city rumbled as The Gambler’s body tore through the black earth and soared towards the abyssal heavens. The hive mind creature roiled and surged, exploding in volume by the second while thousands of demons - none of which were pushovers - all made a mad rush from various spots of hiding. They came from the nearby buildings, from up in the darkened sky, and from across the central portal vortex as the creatures of Greed tore forward. Gluttony’s mind addressed Riven with a malevolent chuckle,…
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Riven sent out another pulse, using his mana as a kind of echo-location tactic just like he’d been taught to do by Lillith over the past months. It worked like a charm. He’d picked up on a number of stealthed individuals already, though he was sure that there were some he’d probably missed given the insider information from the priest of The Scythe that Allie had talked to. Individuals like Fimrindle in the reaper casts would be far harder to sense than the spies, other potential enemy assassins,…
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They ate, breathed, cultivated, trained, and fought in the arena events to test their progress. Then they slept and repeated - with only a few exceptions to spare. Each of their soul lattices were slowly building up, but the descent down through the abyss had still been on standby. Despite Gluttony’s urge to find Purity’s Reincarnation, the so-called Seventh Wing, Greed’s ‘Gambler’ had provided them with information that was vague at best. Not only that, but if the two sins did go after the…
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