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Cruel King sat on his throne within Blackrock Castle, murmuring to himself while staring at the blade in his hands.
“Feeling weak again? You know what to do.”
That voice…that teasing, tormenting voice beside him—it drove the king insane.
“QUIET!!”
As if responding to the king's anger, a large amount of ice suddenly coated the area around his throne…much to the delight of Icedagger.
“Ahahaha! How fun! A king so weak he lashes out at the one who gives him his power!”
Cruel King's grip on the dagger tightened. This blasted sword…it was a curse, not a weapon. That deity had tormented him with visions of his kingdom falling, constant reminders of his weakness, and how he needed it to just stay alive.
“..you are insufferable, my lord.”
Icedagger giggled evilly.
“And yet, you do not dare to throw me away. Because you need me.”
Cruel King let out a sigh, staring at his frozen-over hand. Icedagger’s effects also made Cruel King forget his name…and no one could tell him what it was either. It was like it had been lost to time.
“You take my body, my life, my sanity…and my name too? What more do you want from me?”
Icedagger brushed one of its icy wings against Cruel King’s arm condescendingly.
“All wielders wither away eventually. A side effect of constant exposure.”
The deity then touched the king’s cheek—a strangely intimate and patronizing gesture.
“My very presence is keeping you alive, yet also causing you decay. How fun!”
Icedagger’s wing twitched, hearing the approaching footsteps of the supposed intruder in Blackrock Castle.
“The prophecy I have shown you is about to come true. Go on, defend your kingdom.”
Icedagger disappeared and Cruel King sat down on his throne once more, silently preparing himself for battle as an unfamiliar face walked into his throne room.
The one prophesized to end his kingdom.
