[magnetaress]

I was not born, I was made, made from the blood of innocents and sinners alike, Velise mused to herself.
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She stood before her gods alter and reflected on her purpose. She saw it in the mirror glass smooth reflection of living blood. She was to infiltrate the highest orders of "noble" society. Worm her way into the ranks of the priests of Rodcet. Those who would control life's gift for only those who they chose fit or worthy. Those who would seek balance for the sake of some false belief in natural mortality being of divine will.
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For one day, Bertoxxulous would usurp these vile pillagers of blood. With her help Bertoxxulous will return lifes majesty to those truly worthy. Those willing and able to learn it's secrets. Bend it to their own will. To shape life to their own eternal glory and majesty. Unbound by rules and mores. Morality and ethics. Life was meant to flourish in all of it's capacity. Vicious and deadly hunger as well as nourishing and rejuvenating sacrifice. Life was not to be simply doled out to the filthy masses as a reward for abject piety.
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The mantle of life is not given freely. It is taken. From those who would waste it's preciousness. Life comes with a price. Bertoxxulous was a teacher. All he wished was for his children to grow strong. To live eternally in his glorious splendor. In perfection and freedom. Unbound by rules. Limits. To perceiver in the face of horror and death. And worst of all a mortals idealization of "balance".