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❝ THE ANGEL OF SISTINA DOES NOT BOW TO THE UNHOLY ❞
A GREATER WOMAN WOULDN’T BEG,BUT I LOOKED TO THE SKY AND SAIDPLEASE, I’VE BEEN ON MY KNEES
CHANGE THE PROPHECY.
⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ Angel of Sistina, Rudbeckia de Borgia weds the Paladin of the North, Izek Van Omerta . She was a goddess on earth, a creature of beauty and rot, and he— a man of justice —could only bear so much before the scales tipped, before the shine turned to tarnish.They are bound for ruin, an unraveling as sure as winter’s chill, an ending that promises nothing beyond a little death. But even doomed hearts beat for a time. And before the fall, they will taste a little life —brief, fierce, and burning.Or alternatively, Izek would give everything —would raze the very kingdom he’s sworn to protect to nothing but ashes. He would worship her like a dog, bound to her like a beast on a chain, sharpen the knives she plunges into him. All his violence has turned into devotion, and Rudbeckia, with all her rot, stands as his deity. ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ I’LL WORSHIP LIKE A DOG AT THE SHRINE OF YOUR LIESI’LL TELL YOU MY SIN,AND YOU CAN SHARPEN YOUR KNIFEOFFER ME THAT DEATHLESS DEATH,OH, GOOD GOD ,
LET ME GIVE YOU MY LIFE.
❝ THE PALADIN OF THE NORTH RAVAGES THE UNJUST ❞