You trace over Hellfire, and Kiri, and Cut Through All Foes, and Khrysaor, Temptation of Angels, and feel how perfectly clean the cuts were that carved them in the door—parting the industrial hardwood with the ease of soft butter. Talk about Superior Attribute: Cutting (5), right?
When you trace over Khysael—that name in some λ-language—the shape of the letters feels almost like a poem, or a tiny fragment of one:
Thousand-cutting soul; a thousand ways of ending
Finally, you run your fingers over the grooves of the floral crest, and with that comes with a kind of certainty: that these are your (her) flowers, as much a part of you as your cutting edge:
Lotus, Key of the Descending Angel. Aconite, Key of Rage.
(In fact, if Sashay has read Hellfire's profile before, they may recall that it says exactly that.)
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Talk about Superior Attribute: Cutting (5), right?
When you trace over Khysael—that name in some λ-language—the shape of the letters feels almost like a poem, or a tiny fragment of one:
Finally, you run your fingers over the grooves of the floral crest, and with that comes with a kind of certainty: that these are your (her) flowers, as much a part of you as your cutting edge:
Lotus, Key of the Descending Angel.
Aconite, Key of Rage.
(In fact, if Sashay has read Hellfire's profile before, they may recall that it says exactly that.)