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💰💎🌎至高の存在🍄🍏📚Hell's Angelic Princess of Immortal Sovereignty📚🍏🍄永遠の栄光🌎💎💰

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This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors... (Requiem) 👻

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"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac." — (Kissinger) ☄️🕯️

"One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive." — (Friedrich Nietzsche) 🎖️🧩🥀

"Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor" (Alexis Carrel). 💔🔨

The sacred vibes felt from the creepy isolation offered by the ruined surroundings and hauntingly prayerful background music with deep voices emitting from the bowels of the macabre, seemingly Mayan or Aztec inspired ancient temple sent chills down my spine. This unseemly reason, along with the player character ending up completely barred from the outside world, accompanied by nothing save for his torch, weapons, and spells sets the tone befittingly for a dark fantasy ambience which thus becomes a disturbing reminder that life in this absurd world is indeed a one-way trip. The fact that what the main character seeks is immortality, wealth, and power is something that parallels, in a warped way, to my own greatest wish as well. How can an unloved person, truly lost, possibly attain limitless knowledge without the gift of timelessness granted by the blessing and warmth of eternal life? What foothold can an individual have over people or perhaps even entire civilizations without the boon of riches beyond their wildest dreams? Who would possibly give their heart and soul wholesomely to an entity with little to no significance to them? In other words, what sort of fool would not seek the secrets of power in one way or another; power in all its complex, and sometimes unquantifiable or even indiscernible, forms... the means to all ends conceivable by the feeble mind of mankind or otherwise? Could the punishment of the cruel mistress fate, through her deadly traps and fearsome beasts under the veil of unforgiving gloom, be the sanguinary candles that wallow in the darkness; the shining, bloody tears of martyrdom that guide alight a path for the tormented spirit who pursues his castle in the air; phantom pains that act as an undying memorial of boyhood fantasies that seem about as reachable as the heavenly sparks of the misty twilight skies, locked beyond the jagged prison of this tomb, once belonging to hungry ghosts long forgotten to the twisting corridors of time… forsaken for reasons only the kindest of divinity would bother to get to know? Could the elusive, or perhaps even illusive, answers lie in the nightmarish pain and suffering in and of themselves… the prerequisites of a journey into the endless destructive and creational potential of the abyss; the ideas of all the evils of the world as we understand it? Could it be that the fatally beautiful goddess of death in my mind’s eye is perversely hinting, through her gruesome curses and unholy trials, that she desires and is meant for, with no exception, the eternal bonding to just the most heartiest, cunning, and wicked of men alone? Once you forge the potential to become a being of abject horror, no corrupt soul would even dare to speak ill of or think about laying a finger on you.

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.... That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.... I have said that I dwelt apart from the visible world, but I have not said that I dwelt alone. This no human creature may do; for lacking the fellowship of the living, he inevitably draws upon the companionship of things that are not, or are no longer, living. Close by my home there lies a singular wooded hollow, in whose twilight deeps I spent most of my time; reading, thinking, and dreaming..." — Howard Phillips Lovecraft (The Tomb)

“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.” — (Edgar Allan Poe)

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"Although I would not describe myself as heartless my bosom is still one that is scarred by a stitched crevice over the endless void of the abyss. Hereafter, the fate of this bloody and deathly angel ties in bondage to the power, the force, of love; both hallowed, and hollowed — as with the form of the twisting and pervading branches of an ashen world tree, expressed through the hungry emptiness within and about its undyingly blighted self. I kiss, met, and wish well kin ~ such are the ways of lady love's craft. Dreams are as beautiful, and fatally frail, as glass. Shattered, they become shards of nightmares that tear through the fabric of long lost souls. The fragments of my love come and go eternally, riding the ripples of time like fallen cherry blossom petals across a crimson pool. Thus, the instruments of warfare inspires the hearts of gods and men alike, moving the hands that paint the tapestry of mankind's history in blood..."

"What do you mean a gloomstalker is without companions? The darkness is my goddess. The shadows are my beasts. My gears and weapons are my friends, and the sunshiny circle of the shepherd is far from my only tool..."

"The tiger survives and thrives through sheer strength, speed, and ruthlessness. The turtle teaches wisdom through patience, compassion, and depth of reflection. The eternal circle of life and death is conveyed through the serpentine ouroboros and a multitude of other forms, both bestial and celestial; A beauty of unity. An anima mundi. This is expressed through the works, the immortal essence, of finite creatures with a spark of the divine; cries of battle, learning, and yearning that echo endlessly upon the tides of space and time — ageless passions that manifest themselves in the spiritual energy of the zodiacs, the martial arts, and the struggles of a thinker gone astray. Though the heart of this lady of the cloth may have been charred and twisted at a number of uncertain turns within her fateful existence it is still one made of pure gold. Despite being easily bent, twisted, and stained, an aureate heart reflects a precious jewel that shines like the powerful solitude of a candle in total darkness. Thus, the primordial warrior priestess, like a promethean radiance in barely veiled secrecy, sought all the might and glorious savagery possessed inherently by the enslaving divinities her blood, kith, and foes kneel before — for the power to answer to no one, she believes, is the greatest of everything; the very meaning of freedom: absolute bliss befitting of and akin to a nonentity that is both a beast and a goddess..."

"Now if you take a look at the martial arts in this world, the only art which emphasis on hardening knuckles is Karate, and moreover the traditional forms like Enshin and Kyokushin at that. To understand the necessity of why Karate chose such a course of action, it is important to know why it was formed. Karate originated in the island of Okinawa, now a part of Japan, which was invaded by said country at that time. Most of the local peasants had had enough of the samurai’s harassment. It was then, that traders who went to China and picked up Kung Fu there, decided to teach it to the distraught people as a form of self defence. It was originally called Tote ( 唐手) or Chinese Hand before being named to Karate (空手) or Empty hand. The emphasis was on empty hand techniques against armed and armoured samurai as the Okinawans were prohibited from carrying weapons. Now, if you notice the samurai armour, you'll see that it's made out of Bamboo. Hence, Karate practitioners took to hardening their knuckles so they they are able to punch bamboo armour, if not penetrate it, in order to cause damage to the enemy without breaking their own hands. It did not exactly make their punches any more effective than they already were. It just added defense to their knuckles. When you punch something hard multiple times, the bones in your knuckles start breaking into tiny little fragments. According to Wolf's Law, when a bone suffers such microscopic fractures, it develops a stronger layer on itself to heal the bone, and makes it more dense to prevent it from getting destroyed as easily. It's similar to what Muay Thai fighters do with their shins. They kick banana trees and sandbags to harden their shins so that they can take much more impact before breaking. Hardening your knuckles will not give you more penetrative power in your punches. It'll just increase the amount of punishment your knuckles can take. Hardening knuckles is not about doing more damage, but about being able to absorb more punishment."

“The name 'Jolly Roger' is thought to have come from 'Jolie Rouge' (Pretty Red), a wry French description of the bloody banner flown by early privateers. The flags were meant to strike mortal terror in the hearts of the pirate's intended victims. They often featured skeletons, daggers, cutlasses, or bleeding hearts on white, red, or black fields. The skull and crossbones motif first appeared around 1700 when French pirate Emmanuel Wynne hoisted his fearful ensign in the Caribbean—embellished with an hourglass to show his prey that their time was running out.”

“The knights’ simulated personas desire only one thing. To touch the one they recall, hold them tight, and make them their own. It’s that unseemly desire that moves this swordsman puppet. Right now, they sense that person is near. But they can’t touch them. They can’t be one. Driven by maddening starvation and thirst, the only thing they can see is the enemy standing in their way. If they annihilate that enemy, the person they desire will be theirs. So they fight. No matter how badly they’re wounded, or how many times they fall, they’ll get back up and fight for eternity. Well? Isn’t it a wonderful mechanism? The power of desire really is remarkable!” (Pontifex Quinella, Sword Art Online: Alicization).

“Men have been the protectors of ideals and hunters of dreams for as long as the history of mankind reaches, whether it be for the attainment or preservation of their loved ones or their idolized goddesses. For yours truly, it is to become as one with my guardian angel of death, though such a fancy may be nothing more than a vision beyond the horizon of this mortal coil... foreseeable only by those pushed to the brink of madness and thirst for virgin blood and sensual pleasure. There was a point in my life where the bitter resentment from the overprotective nature of the female heart made me stop believing that mortal women are capable of what I have sought after as long and far back as I can remember: the precious concept of timeless love.”

“Why do most men commit to affairs that lead to bloodshed? Isn't that what you asked me during the hunt? It is true—men possess a side that is barbarous, as you have observed, but it is a double-edged sword. It can be a tool used for winning precious things as well as protecting them. For some men these things [love and friendship] are the most precious, but I believe that beneath them there is something even more precious than these. They are driven to pursue it, and they pursue it solely for their own sake, no other. [Their dream]. One man's dream can hold dominion over the entire world, for one who dedicates his life to the forging of a single sword. While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like... great storms blowing hundreds, even thousands of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men, and can cage them in suffering. Men live and die by their dreams, but long after they've been abandoned, they still smoulder deep in men's hearts. Some see nothing more than life and death. They are as good to me as dead, for they have no dreams" (Griffith).

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"Every kingdom has three pillars: Poet, Sword and Law" (Lara Biyuts).

"Oh last imperium of purest light, guide me through the unforgiving night; shield me from the vicious claws of fright, and bless me with your emblazoned might!"

"My definition of a devil is a god who has not been recognized. That is to say, it is a power in you to which you have not given expression, and you push it back. And then, like all repressed energy, it builds up and becomes completely dangerous to the position you’re trying to hold" (Joseph Campbell).

"Akin to the avarice of the crows and vultures, death, like the insatiable bloodstained soil, is hungriest and thirstiest in the fields of battle; a garden of war where the lives of mortal peasants and soldiers fall in droves as with the numberless torn petals once belonging to parched, dying roses blown far and wide by the gusts of humanity's selfish love for conquest and domination..."

"The faith in my angel helps me get through some very hard times and not necessarily for the skills in the martial arts in and of themselves, even though the wax of the lit candle bleeds like bloody tears and the seemingly lit room of memory is tinged by the distant nooks and crannies difficult to reach even by a flickering divine glow; signs of shadows concealing a numbing vampiric aura that feeds off the anima of a once draconic mightiness within, palpable to the souls of the emotionally perceptive beyond its walls. Like a sawtoothed, double-edged sword hilted by the thorns of dragon scales meant for hands of martyrdom, the power of the underworld comes not without a price…"

“Anchoresses were often enclosed by ritual act. As she is being sealed in her anchorhold, the anchoress was solemnly instructed by the outsider (theoretically a bishop) about the solemnity of her ascetical commitment; they declared to the anchoress that she would henceforth be “dead to the world”. Some rituals went so far as to bring the aspiring anchoress into her coffin while the Office of the Dead was said for her; in case this message did not get through, the anchorhold was simultaneously bricked up. There is evidence to suggest that some anchoresses may then have been given last rites. At this ritual entombment, a grave might be prepared and even kept open as a memento mori.”

“... and God created the Firstborn in his own image. An entity neither male or female, dark nor light; a singular being that was both beautiful and terrible to behold. Disturbed by the power of his creation, God left it unfinished, banishing the Firstborn from reality to the Abyss, forsaken and unloved. In its place, God started fresh, the slate wiped clean. He divided his next creation into two sexes: gave it intellect, reason, emotion. He gave it the gift of love. He gave it a soul” (Biblical Apocrypha, Gnostic Texts).

"You didn't need a weapon at all when you were born one."

"The world continues to offer glittering prizes to those who have stout hearts and sharp swords" (Smith)...

“On the backs of beasts, with swords drawn and pikes raised, the two armies converged in a sea of blood and brutality. Assassins leaped into battle and ripped through soldiers like a graceful, deadly breeze. Magicians hurled spells of flame and ice into the helpless crowds of soldiers. Soon, the roars of battle cried a different note — a bitter, anguished cry of death and regret. This once pristine forest was now bathed in crimson.” - The Great Battle, Page 465

“Even in sleep, pain cannot be forgotten. It falls drop by drop upon the heart... until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. If life were not full of suffering, there would be no beauty. Lived experiences and emotional realities are an ode to the oppressed, the broken, the poor, the peasants. Their sacrifice taught us everything we know about tyrants. What they wear, how they speak, how they lie, where they are weak. There is no such thing as karma. Pure saint or vile fiend, we all flip the same fickle coin of fate. To some, the comely face of fortune will smile. To others, the grim face of doom will laugh.”

“John intends his story of the raising of Lazarus, like his version of the ‘cleansing of the temple’, to point to deeper meanings. As John tells it, the chief priests had Jesus arrested not because they regarded him as a troublemaker who caused a disturbance in the Temple but because they secretly recognized and feared his power — power that could even raise the dead.”

Jesus said, “People probably think that it is peace that I have come to impose upon the world. And they do not recognize that it is divisions that I have come to impose upon the earth - fire, sword, battle. Indeed, there will be five in a house. There will be three over two and two over three, parent over child and child over parent. And they will stand at rest by being solitaries” (Layton 16).

“To show mercy to those who insult you and would not hesitate to kill you at any opportunity is in itself a sin. The Holy Land has no need for perfect knights. You have seen, and lived, the ruin that indulgence can bring. Never forget that, lest there will be a day, or a night, you will wish you have skillfully done a bit of evil for the greater good.”

“...No wonder, therefore, and little merit, if I discovered very many things inscrutably from those who were reduced to consult barbarian translations from the most refined and copious of languages upon the most subtle and interminable of topics, and who had no living oracle ever at hand to expound to them the dark signification of the written word — to guide their first steps through the most labyrinthine of human mazes” (Brian H. Hodgson, “European Speculation on Buddhism” in Essays on the Languages, Literature, and Religion of Nepal and Tibet,” pg.99.8.)

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