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Despite the harsh environments of the Boiling Isles, with its boiling rain and corrosive fauna. Animals which use their teeth more than their minds, did you know that the Coriosum flower will still bloom?
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Why couldn’t he breathe? Looking down at his clawed hand—no longer soft, pale human skin—he saw it stained with blood. His? Theirs? Around the camp, nothing remained but fire and for a moment, he wanted to pretend this was another memory of home, the human realm, where men accused others of serving the Devil and burned them to the pits. But this wasn’t home was it? This was a place where the land itself knew more than you; where men summoned elements from the air; where demons were simply people; where gods mingled freely with mortals.
Choking on tears, trembling too much to even begin to stand up, he looked around for anything. Anything to not focus on the foreign horns on his head like a crown, the fur that covers his body and wings that weigh his body forward. Everything was stained red, even those flames that raged further closer were red….except for the innocent little bloom clenched in his other hand. He feared it more than the blood, more than the flames.
“V-Val’rius…?”
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Found only around the Titanitos’ Heart, it is the only known fauna all over Titanitos’ very carcass, our home! Surrounded not only by the innards that make up the chamber leading up to the Heart, Fool’s Blood (also known as Titanitos’ leukocytes) also flows most abundantly through this area
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Twelve minutes passed and eventually he could get up. The flower held close to his chest, he could only drag his tired body away from the site. He knew the liar likes to avoid having His presence near such grumsome scenes. Despite the tears, the pains, he screams “VAL’RIUS YOU BASTARD, SHOW YOURSELF!” Why did he hate him now? Wasn’t he the one that looked up to those ruby eyes—he remembered it so clearly, when He asked:
“Are you certain you can pursue them so soon?” The furred demon asks and back then he was so sure of himself. Philip dressed more differently this time, matching Val’rius more in color scheme with the tones of black and red with hints of gold added to his robes “Of course I can! I am your favorite prophet after all!” The demon in turn laughs at the little human
“Don’t get too bold Philip Wittebane, remember my blessing only can get you so far…”
“Who needs your parlor tricks when I have charm?”
Perhaps a parlor trick could be helped now as before him, hearing his cry, the demon sheds his false skin revealing to be a beast of black fur and bone. The very magic of the Isle’s whispering around his bones. Red rubies became four, then six. “YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE ME!” the little human, the prophet, the deceived cries. Blue irises almost glowed, contrasted by the black around it in his tearing eyes. The beast—no, Titanitos, only stares down as Philip continues “YOU LEFT ME ALONE! PREACHING WITHOUT YOU…..you promised you’d stay this time”Tears fell freely, mixing with blood and grime, his shame didn’t stop his cry “ANSWER ME!-”
“Philip cease this”
The human pauses his screams then, looking up towards the canine skull of his god “You act childish as if this is not your own doing” Titanitos, god king amongst witches and demons of the Isles, his carcass, watched Philip go right back to his anger
“CHILDISH?! YOU LEFT ME TO THE HERETICS WHO WERE PREPARED TO SACRIFICE MY CORPSE TO THEIR STAR-KINGS!”
“Yet here you are, the last one standing still of breathing on my body”
“I tried to make them see you but you didn’t even bother to show yourself!”
“Is that not your job? To make them believe without seeing?”
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It is said if one gifts you the Coriosum, it is a declaration of your undying love for that person that surpasses even the authority of Titanitos
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So tell us little prophet, what makes the stained wilted Coriosum in your cursed hand mean when it was given by Titanitos himself?