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Who are you? Pallodium?

"holy IBLEES!" Gasped, Smilebone, the clearly not-satanist Jester.

‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ Jorogumo, Smilebone, the spider, beheld herself climbing a staircase of carcasses, each claw rending flesh and bone as she dragged her battered body upward. Wound after wound, insult after insult from those who underestimated her, she climbed past the shadow of her former teacher, past the memories of a clan that saw her as nothing more than a half-blooded tool. She had been meant to do good once… but every path, every betrayal, every curse laid upon her soul, especially the ones gifted by her sealed master, had carved her into what she now was. “One by one. One by one.” And the taste of blood, the thrill of harm, the terror she instilled became intoxicating. A hideous ambition, yet ambition all the same. With each step on this path of gore and pride, her hunger grew. Her mind twisted until she no longer saw herself as mortal, but as something greater, an entity born from descendant ambition, noble or vile, and strengthened by the screams of those who perished at her hand or wits. Her climb grew frantic, her arms snapping bodies aside as she crawled like a frenzied beast. Through her schemes and her alliances, people she could never forget like Shirunai, nations fell, Silasia, Haelunor, and other cults such as the xionists, frost witches, and more, their leaders and citizens slaughtered, directly or indirectly, all because of her. “I see it now… King of Silasia. You were right, the true power is man’s ambition. Their lust for blood, their warped politics. You were always right. So… I must embody it. I must become the shadow that guides them into the tragedies they will commit.” Her voice crackled through her shattered mask as she finally reached the top of that bridge of corpses. Below her, the world burned. A crusade on the horizon, all from a single informant and a single letter. Yet it still wasn’t enough. Not enough to ascend, not enough to reach “heaven.” More bodies were needed. More terror. More ruin. Families must be sundered, forests must rot. All must die for the world to be reborn, to be reset into the joy she imagined through an ancient promise. “Jackalope… S-Saoirse… you two made me see the truth of this world’s true pain. I remember our promise. May the blood of my deeds reach hell itself, where you rest. May Iblees weep my triumphs and let them be heard by all.” The Jester laughed, thinking of the dead prince of demons, the one she vowed to help annihilate everything dark and BEYOND. And now, that future drew closer. Soon, those shared dreams would manifest. “But for now…” She exhaled, a hollow and hungry breath. It wasn’t enough. Not yet. “Kryndomere, Minas-sama… you too must witness me. Look, am I not your perfect creation? Am I not worthy of your gaze? Unlike those fools you taught and gave power, I stayed and grew. Yes… Look well. This is your undoing. You made me what I am. You created me to achieve this Utopia.” “Witness. Witness the Overlord of all undeath... witness...” “My masterpiece.” ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

"COME AND FUCKING GET IT!" Screamed, Overlord Smilebone. Readying to eat some Dwarf nuggets.

"HEH!" Evildoer Smilebone prepares a stick with a carrot on it labelled as a lich ritual. She sits on a nearby bush and awaits. She laughs evilly.

[!] Several missives of something so eccentric would be spread across the world, and especially around the silver city where the former xionists dwelled. Paper made from human faces and the skin of the innocent. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ THE GREAT SMILEBONE EXTENDS HER GRAND SALUTE TO THE HONORABLE ADUNIANS FOR THEIR RIGHTEOUS DEED. YOU HAVE DONE WELL IN STRIKING DOWN THE SLUMBERING XIONISTS. THOUGH, I MUST SAY, THEY DOOOOOOOO TRULY LOVE BETRAYING ONE ANOTHER. IT WAS THROUGH ONE OF THEIR OWN THAT I LEARNED OF THEIR HIDING PLACES AND PRECIOUS SECRETS. PLEASE, OFFER A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR VOY, ADELINA, WHATEVER NAME SHE PARADES AROUND WITH NOW. A NECROMANCER SO BLINDED BY HER GREED FOR IMMORTALITY THAT SHE CLUNG TO MY WORDS OF “TRUST” AND ESCORTED ME RIGHT INTO YOUR LITTLE LAIR! I DO APOLOGIZE THAT THINGS UNFOLDED THIS WAY, XIONISTS AND FORMER XIONISTS ALIKE, BUT YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES FOR TRUSTING THAT NECROMANCER AND HER KIND TO ALLOW ME TO BREAK IN. BETRAYERS LINGER EVERYWHERE. ONCE A BACKSTABBER, FOREVER A BACKSTABBER. KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAK! BUT NO MATTER. SMILEBONE, OVERLORD OF ALL UNDEATH, IS AS MERCIFUL AS SHE IS CUNNING, MUCH LIKE THE ARCHDEMON SOLOMON, THE BLACK PONTIFF! XIONIST, HEAR THIS WELL: I WILL BE THE BOOGEYMAN BENEATH YOUR BED, THE OWL WATCHING FROM THE DARK, THE NIGHTMARE YOU CANNOT ESCAPE. YOU WILL REMEMBER ME AS A CANCER IN YOUR LUNGS. HOWEVER… SHOULD YOU SUBMIT YOURSELVES TO THE BLACK CHURCH AND STAND AS SOLDIERS AT MY SIDE, AID AND SUPPORT SHALL BE GRANTED TO YOU. I DON'T SEEK TO ENSLAVE BUT TO EMPOWER YOU. IF NOT, REMEMBER THIS. YOU ARE NOT SAFE, NOR ARE YOUR SECRETS. AND YOU CANNOT HARM ME. I WILL BREAK INTO YOUR LAIR AS I HAVE DONE THIS DAY! ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

"To leave a child to fend for themselves, to abandon someone in need after their mother has died, these actions reveal how the shackles of deceit and tradition never cease to twist the mind and soul. C-Choumi-chan, you did not deserve this. Them, me." She murmured to the tree within her haven, her voice carrying only sorrow. Several branches curled gently around her shoulders in response. She no longer knew where to place the blame, upon herself, the samurai, Choumi, or any of the others. Her thoughts remained an entangled, an unrelenting turmoil, emotions she struggled to understand. "There is no family. No care. Only the selfish desire to preserve something destined to wither regardless. Oijin, Rahar, I beseech you break any law that continues to harm our people in this path of lies." "Don't worry, Hanzo. I will maintain the true promise of your mother. I will take care of you."

Ehiba was resting after her duel with a student of hers, enjoying her day in peace. She had been living her life with a smile despite her many regrets. Soon, however, a letter slipped into her hand. She opened it and began to read. As her eyes moved through the words, her heart sank. The roots of the tree beside her erupted from the ground; the nature around her trembled as her aura dimmed into a weaker hue. Her eyes widened; she couldn’t believe what she was reading. Her finger pierced straight through the letter until it sank into her palm, blood beginning to drip. Drip… Drip… Drip… “Choumi… Choumi. D-Do not. Our words were they... the fault of your fall?” She wasn’t there, yet she saw a vision. A dragon dancing, then slipping off a cliff, alone. Desperately alone. Ehiba reached out, trying to catch them, but she couldn’t. She was powerless, watching as the dragon took its own life. “Choumi… No… How... Why… Is it all our fault? I-I am sorry. M-my hand...” From the shadows, a tiger lingered, whispering in her ear. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. The Fae murmured: civilization was death. Civilization only brought ruin. That whisper drilled into her mind, tearing at the last threads of her sanity. Lies that for her spoke truth, daggers that brought the meaning of reality into her view. “No… CHOUMIIIIIIIIIII… T҉h҉e҉y҉.҉.҉.҉ R҉u҉l҉e҉s҉,҉ W҉A҉L҉L҉S҉.҉ s҉a҉m҉u҉r҉a҉i҉.҉.҉.҉ T҉I҉T҉L҉E҉S҉.҉ A҉l҉l҉.҉ N҉O҉.҉”҉." Her hands rose, clutching at her own head as she began to claw at her pale skin, ripping into it and creating fresh scars in a frenzy. She couldn’t do anything. She no longer understood right or wrong, whether her words mattered, whether all of this was her fault. It all made sense. Ehiba sank to her knees before the tree of her haven, the ground cracking open around her. "“҉S҉i҉s҉t҉e҉r҉…҉ L҉i҉t҉t҉l҉e҉ s҉i҉s҉t҉e҉r҉…҉”҉"

[!] Small constructs with the likeness of a Geisha but made of stones and wood, or birds would fly around to the members of The Haven, and their closest allies. Such a missive isn’t public knowledge. The art of hunting, and Yokai hunting, has been passed down from generation to generation. Even Joy Wonder, in his footsteps, learned how to hunt and respect nature, and knows how such deeds took many lives. Still, Chirunushi-sama would expect nothing less from us: to fight for our survival, to take, but also to give back to nature. Yet despite this purpose I set for myself, my body at times falls ill, and I struggle to uphold my honor in caring for you all. Thus, I devised a system that allows you to aid our temple while also making your efforts rewarding. We will begin our Slayer division. Unlike the Komori, who act as guardians, this division is meant for hunters of all kinds, to slay the dark and to bring food to our temple, not a proper rank but a project of sorts. Regardless, one rule stands above all: Do not kill any tiger. Such will be the rewards: Boar, wolf-sized creatures, small birds: 5–10 mons (minas) depending on the animal. Bear-sized creatures, lions, hippos, etc: 15 mons (minas). Magical creatures: 25 mons (minas) + a custom weapon. Lesser Vampire: 30 mons (minas) + personal tea. Any dark creatures: 40 mons (minas) + a custom weapon. High-Yokai, such as Gashadokuro-level threats or notable figures: 50 mons (minas) + a ticket for free food and drinks for one Kami Month and a weapon. Be sure to bring proof of your hunt. This is not only for sustenance, but also to gather trophies for our group’s duties and ensure we put down wicked creatures where they lurk. I truly hope to see grand achievements from you all. 聖翔 恵刃 Seisho Ehiba, Symphony Druid, Dōshi Of The Haven, Elder Geisha, The Pale Tiger.

KAAAAAAAAAL AKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL

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THE ONE PIECEEEEEEEEEE... THE ONE PIECE IS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL

The Overlord of Undeath, Smilebone, gazed upon the horizon. For a moment, she heard the words of an ancient lich, one wrought in gilded gold, now in shadows. “I will control all necromancy. It’s only a matter of time. You will serve.” Words she had heard over and over, alongside, “JORO, YOU FOOL.” Again and again, they echoed in her mind. Many had tried to control her; many sought to impose their will upon her or tell her what she must follow, no more. This Overlord stood upon her broken throne, her arms stretching into the very sky. She had done the impossible with her group, no gods, no strange entities, only her own spite and pride. “Look at me, Kryndomere. Look at me, those who have wronged me. . . look where I stand now, and where you ARE!” She remarked, roaring at the accursed sky above. Now, she would fight for the Black Pontiff, the only archdemon, the only leaderwho gave her the chance to lead and conquer beside him. To show the world her own strength. “Lo and behold! I always win. I win… I am Igarashi Jorogumo, THE SPIDER, SMILEBONE, Overlord of the Ibleesian Horde! AMBITION MADE REALITY.” "KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAHAHAHAHAKAKAKAKAHHAH!"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · And so, Ehiba found herself upon a path where unseen eyes gazed upon her: judging, whispering, dreading. Fear grew in her heart, yet amidst these towering walls of stone, bright as the sun, she was not alone. Her pupil, Miyu, walked beside her, a young one with grand curiosity, and not troubled by the unknown. It was through Miyu’s quiet courage that the Elder found her own; her student’s spirit kindled a forgotten flame of determination, driving her to face her doubts and move forward. For Ehiba knew: Miyu had suffered much, and still, she walked without trembling. Their journey led them to a memory made flesh, Choumi. Her imperial red eyes locked with Ehiba’s, and in her gaze was the poise of a dragon, one who was noble, wounded, yet resolute. The world shifted, and suddenly the two stood upon a stage. Time itself blurred as if Ehiba had lost the concept of what it meant; the eyes of the unseen multitude grew larger, all fixed upon them. Yet even here, Ehiba felt comfort. Choumi, her dear little sister in spirit, offered her a reassuring smile that steadied her last worries. A shaky breath escaped her lips. “Alright, Ehiba,” A murmur in her own mind. “Ancestors, guard this performance. Grant us your fortune.” And then they danced. They sang. Their movements intertwined almost like they were one moving vessel. A mist swirled around them, glimmering like stars caught between heaven and hell; their artistic deed could be heeded and heard from far away, and for a fleeting moment, Ehiba felt her soul ascend beyond flesh; her spirit took the form of a tiger, clawing through an astral plane, circling in harmony with Choumi’s dragon spirit. Sing. Sing. Dance. Dance. Their voices and motions were a mighty and resolute action, warping the very boundaries of time. From their harmony, scattered suns burst forth, fragments of light piercing the eternal darkness around them. The Tiger and the Dragon moved as one, neither vying for glory nor overshadowing the other. Their symphony wove the threads of the cosmos together, and with one final leap, one final note, the astral void shattered. The scattered sun rose. The light engulfed them. The dance was over. The stage fell silent. Ehiba, the Tiger, paused to behold the brilliance of that sun, watching as Choumi, the Dragon, drifted into its golden heart, beckoning her to follow. But Ehiba only smiled and shook her head. It was not her fate to return. She who believed in rebellion, in freedom, in defying destiny for the sake of joy and truth, she could not turn back. “I will never forget what once was and who made what I am today,” she whispered. “But my path is to wander, to be free.” The Dragon understood. Sad but knowing this time around she could count on the tiger, that she could see the other soon. “But this time…” A soft and tender promise would be uttered. “This time, it’s not a sayonara. It’s a see you soon, my Imōto. Family.” “Say my greetings to him, to them. I didn’t find my courage to approach.” A sisterly embrace was shared after a last request, and so thereafter, the Tiger turned away, stepping beyond the light and back into the starlit abyss. Yet her heart was no longer heavy. Her doubts were gone, her spirit renewed. All thanks to Choumi. At last, the Elder Geisha found true... INNER PEACE. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Ehiba returned home with a comforting smile. She had not felt such happiness in what felt like an eternity. For so long, she had believed her choices were misguided, that she herself was the mistake. Yet her students had lit something long forgotten: hope and gratefulness. Nevertheless, when she and Miyu finally reached the steps of their temple, Ehiba turned to her pupil, her expression gentle like the one of a mother. “See, Miyu-san,” she said softly and honestly. “Even your teacher lacks courage at times. Fear is always with us, always.” She paused, the faint hum of thought lingering in her tone before continuing. “You did well today. Remember everything that happened, keep it close, both in your heart and in your mind.”