A storm is loosed upon the sea, whose eye is stained with tears.
A wretch Hell-bound and bent on blood, the makings of the fearful's fears.
The tide it stole away her grace, the depths they wouldn't claim her.
A toil begat by father's blood, this path was laid before her.
Redemption borne by brigand's blood, a blight upon the darkness.
The pact embraced; a road unsought; the Maiden of Plague won't be unwrought.
Her wrath is known throughout the black, the gardens of death she is tending.
Vengeance is her only ward, beware the blood red rose's thorn.
- Song of the Plague Goddess -
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/Daughter…
Wake up…
This is not your fate.
Evil reigns still, but it shall come to an end at the hands of the True Queen.
The duty of the Lightbringer rests upon your shoulders.
Wake up, daughter, for the world hopes and prays for salvation.
The world prays for you…
Wake up…/
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