Resistance is futile?
One half teaspoon of lemon juice, a nettle from a sprig of rosemary, and a shaving of a cinnamon stick. Consumed with whisky, rum, vodka, or engine solvent (one quarter liter in all cases) and you’ll be right as rain. Trust me. I have the same academic background on Curse-ology as Nauplius.
One should not be so flippant in the face of dark magicks.
Update: The freighter, and most of the slaves are now purchased. Clytoneus’s license is upgraded. A few hundred thousand slaves and some Enormous Freight Containers remain to be purchases. Then, shall tempt the Lord my God.
And your nonexistent god will provide you with no clear answer that does not rely on your confirmation biases for interpretation.
These wouldn’t happen to be the recently ‘Freed Slaves’ I’ve been seeing make the rounds in the markets, would they?
Freed slaves, regular slaves…when your soul has already been cursed with the blood of four or five million slaves, what is one million more with which to tempt the Lord thy God. Today or tomorrow, all things will become known.
Please, somebody, tell me this is a script for a poorly written daytime soap opera.
And what will you do if there is no answer?
Take it as confirmation that he’s on the “right path”.
I sought an answer, and God did provide an answer in the form of Samira Kernher and Mizhara Del’thul, who maintained a seemingly around the clock vigil against any my desire to tempt the Lord my God in the sacrifice of one million slaves.
The Curse of Aria Jenneth is true, and the Red God is a lie.
P. S. Samira has the million slaves now.
The dark took a step back today. May it continue to retreat.
Ooooo, I am crying a little I’m so happy right now. This is wonderful, WONDERFUL!
This seems a little too good to be true. What’s the catch?
But if that’s true … then I’m a lie?
A bright fate, stolen and bound to a black soul? A creation of witchcraft?
No. I don’t … believe it …
… this can’t be real …
Welp…people did warn you this could backfire…
But I’m glad on the whole that it turned out sorta okay?
Aria SHUSH you’re going to ruin it
Does this mean your worshipping Aria now?
Yes. That tiny amount of light in your shriveled soul rightly belongs to me. And I want it back.
There’s the catch.
I’m no expert in “magic”, although I MIGHT claim such in a comparable field in humor, but I can safely say one thing about light and dark souls…
All you’ll find is what you yourself put there.
Take that as you will, but I trust you’ll understand my intent.