Angelic Dreams

The priestess seeing game over everywhere was unnecessary. It was impossible for the game to be over for she had never played a game. She only lived. The minds of fools angered her. They receive a gift only to play games; only to bite the hand of the gift giver. She could feel her anger spiraling out and had to make it stop. It was getting harder and harder to tame the wild beast of her anger. She did not know how much longer she could hold it in, but she was holding on tight. The whole lot of them were ungrateful imps. She wondered what day it became okay to hurt people. As far as she could tell, as far as she knew, that behavior was never acceptable. And now the world suffered for it. Her heart suffered for it. How was she supposed to fix this?

She sensed…

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