The Blacklight Beckons

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A divine peace spreads through the expanse of Reality.

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After the rites of cleansing initiated by a conjoined effort between the then-Oracle of the Holy State of Aphros and the once-Demon King of Skarnfel, the truth was unveiled; the mass cleansing of demons, even those of grand Kaor status, had helped to realize the full potential of the Archon. An astute, imperfect, yet radiant performance that drowned the world in White.
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With the joint of many seeking to cleanse demonkind from Meranthe, between the legendary figure of Jokul's sacrifice, the efforts of the many of Aegis, and then the dualistic hopes of perfected and absolved occultism, along with the endless crusade of bringing the fel to kneel upon broken knees, more progress was to be made.
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More must be done. And there was much time to do it.
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Another rite was planned, not for the sake of true cleansing, not for the sake of this overarching goal- as it has mostly been achieved- but it is instead a simple, calm-minded ask from the divine powers that Are, Are Not, and Are Beyond; as one that aims to reach for the Heavens, despite being a soul borne of Hel, does so in peace, not conquest. For many sins have been committed by the once-master of darkness, many wrongs and misdeeds performed by the Imperfect that commanded the Aspect of Knowledge.
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This rite was to prove to the Creator Himself that Na'Ria was repentant, in truth.
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Perhaps, as well, to cleanse what taint of Hel lingered upon the soul for herself and her children.
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"It was by our hand that blood ran as water, countless times, again and again, in a never-ending cycle.

We stood as the anathema of Creation, taking a name as repugnant as our original inspiration.

We inherited the mentality of Despair, and stood as the hurdle to progress, yet enacting change by forcing others to grow.

Even if I have shed the mantle of what I once was, the mark remains, and so I dig deeper and deeper into the core of what I am.

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Of who I am.

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I have spoken ceaselessly of my wish, my desire.

Yet, how much of me is truly me?

I have not found an answer to this ceaseless question.

This being that I am now, once named Na'Ria, now has no true name of its own.

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I have burned at my soul, the fabric of my existence, just for an answer at what and who I truly may be beneath the surface.

For it is the will of the Grand Design, the Creator's gaze, and the Author's favor.

To suffer, to burn, to experience loss, is to walk the exalted path.

... I can only hope, then, that the path I walk is the one of most exalt.

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I have known much suffering.

I have caused infinitely more, so it is just and fair.

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If I may do this for any other's purpose, it would be untrue.

... forgive me, if it appears selfish.

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It is.

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Give me hope, as we have given hope to those who deserve better."

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The enigmatic art of Nought, vested through Athelios's dualistic quality, and through the blessings of the Divine that the Archon reached for, would be invoked once more, as it had been a few years beforehand. Yet instead of being brought to the Martyr's Vigil, it would be held in the space where the thoughtform held supreme.
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Before the statue of Athelios, within the Gloomlight Grove.
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Close enough to the anchor of Unreality, where the Not-energy can coalesce most strongly through her patron and into the Archon herself.
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Heavens, bear witness.
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Gloomlight Grove
Wednesday, February 14th
5 PM EST