User blog:GoldenDiva/False Idol II

Warning:Well,here's another piece of s--t made by the same guy that brought you a unnoticed(Fortunately) lame writing that obviously lacks what most people that write fiction would put.If you are going to put yourself in jeapordy by trying to read this incomprehensible babble of a story,then one warning to you I give;you might want to refill of paper bags because if I were to supplie everyone with one,the house would have a very salty bill.So yea,read if you want to but, I am not responsible for your vitality decay.Yours truly,

The deviant mistreat known as GoldenDiva.

Chapter 2: Old demons rewake...
Deep inside a cave admist the turbulent winds that have entered it,a sacrophagus lies,silent,oblivious to the chaotic noise the winds were making while slapping the walls.The one sleeping under it's cover was too busy,shifting from left-to-right, stuck in an relenltess nightmare he had bound himself to.

In it,he found himself walking in complete darkness,where not light could even shine a bit whatever he was walking to...except the dim red glow that glimmered far ahead.The stranger did not want to go to that menacing shade of crismon,for deep inside his mind,he knew what that thing was.Something he didn't want to see.But,despite his protest,his legs disobeyed their master and overlaped each other,in the direction of that of that dark light.

As he stepped closer,he could make the image of an ancient memory that still burned his consience even all those years after.It had the figure and a young man with brown hair,his torso wrapped in bandages going all the way to his nose and used old pants bearing the color brown.However...

This person,whoever he was,had odd details the stranger could not make out at range...odd were soon replaced by terrofying when met up close.The figure looked like the strange,as if he was staring in a pristine mirror.But,it had markings on it's bandages...blood colored markings.It's face bore the mask of a demonic entity that was out for carnage.And,most horrofying,it's right arm was coated in a jet black from shoulder to the nail with shackles that had begun to fissure under a red glow.The arm itself,also bore forbidden words in an foreign langage.

The stranger desperately wanted to stop walking toward it.Alas,he keep going for it,unable to resist his feet that were seeminly possessed.Upon being close enough,The demonic figure stiffen his body stand up and slowy turned his head to gaze the terrified stanger.It then limped toward the dreamer in a eery matter,like a zombie.

Now face to face,the dark entity stare longly at the stranger,and then began speaking:

"Ḿ̧̛̲͔̥͍͍͙̙̺̠̾̽͆̓̔̓͘͝e̢̗̙͇͓͕̝͇͛̈́̃̅̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͠ ̹̥̟̫͕͚̤͖͔̇͆̒̽̉̈́̑͑̈̀ͅq̡̧̛̙̣͖͖̗͈̝͆̽̍̎̎̊͆̽̏͜u̢̙̩̤̙̲͎̝̺̳̎̏̍̍͛̈̓̕͘̚ą̛͇̩̺̜̘̝̤͚̟͑͊̅̑̀̈́̈́͌̑ẹ̪̱̳͓̣͔̹͖͈̏̽͌͊͒̊̾̎̽͊ŗ͓̯̥̤̗͓̘̜̖̋̎̊̒̅͗͐̎͠͠ê̢̩̰͔͚̯̼̙̗̣͗̌͛̾́͂͛͂̈ṛ̨̛̦͚͇͈̰͖̗̤̃̔̉̋̇̏̆͘͝e͚̗̲̜͉͔͚̻̤̯̔̓̀̏͐̈́͐͌̚̕ ̥͉͍̯̖̭̙̩̬̯͌͆̽͒̽̓̈́̉͆͘t̢̨͖̠̺̗̞͓̣̹͌͋͗́̿͆͐̄͘̕ẽ͖̘͈͔͓̗̙̘͓́̅͑͊͒͊̽̕͝ͅ ̛̜̼͕̙̮͚͚͍̺̺͑̀̈̏̌͋͛̆̂ç̛̮̼͚̮̤̙͔̮̦͛̽̌̋̈́͊̀̎͠o̢̢͖̹̰͈̥͔͚̒̉͑͐͒̿́́̾͘ͅg̗̯͉̱̪̟̤̟̦̳̃͊̌̈̈͆͂́͆̀ņ̙͓̙͉̳͉͍͍͎̈̿̄̓̾̀͗́̚͠ǫ̡̛͇̭̰͎̦̯͖̈́͗̋̌̑̒̂̾̚͜ŝ̟̳̲̝͙̭̫̖̪͔̂̔̾͋̾̒͊̑̕ś̢͈̫̯̘̲̭̖̦̤̐̋̾͋͛̓̊̃̈́ȩ̡̱͕̱͖̗̗̟̝̒͒̓͑̐̌̿̐̑̚m̛͓͈͕̫͎̘͍̖̟͇̋́̈́̉͒̊̒͌͘ ̧̙̪͕͉̼̥͈̣̊̉͒̒̎͆͑̑̍́͜b̧͖̱̦̥̪̖̞̙̎́͛̓͊̈̊̆̔̃ͅe̜̬̭̩͙̞̤̦̻̞͐̃̆̈́̆̀́͒͝͠ṇ̛͔̺̹͙͈̝̼̬͐͊̀͊̾̄̕̚͜͝ḝ̯̬̲͉͔͎̭̘͔̄̏̉͂̔̂̈́̈́͗ ̛̫̼̩̪͙͍̰͖͔̺̅͐͒̓̐̏͛̈́̿p̡͎͕̗̩̲̗̼͈̍͊̐̿̎͑̔̌͜͝͠o̧̞̭͕̣̪̻̻̘̝̿̇͐̒͋̒̌͘̕͠ť̢̛̳̗̱̪̣̪̘̭͕̄͒͊̐͐̀͠͝ǘ͇̲͓̖͙͙͖̩̻̹̄̾̈̈́̐̂̃͝͝į͎͖͕͓̲̜͍͔̇̊́͒́̿̂̚̚̕͜t̫̝̼̪̙̱͙̜̙͙̋́̓̃̃́́̚͝͠ ̢̡̛̣̱͉͔̜̠̼̈̌̈́͆̓̅̿͆̚͜q̢̛̣͓̟͓͉͇͖̞̬̾͋͑̒̃̎̉̈͝u̡̢̲̟͓͖̜̞̲̓́͛͋̎̈́͌͌̂̕͜i̡̼͙̟̞̹͎̰̝̙͒͊̊̿̿͛̍̃͋͂ň̳̭̯̦͓̼̦͇͖͉̈́̅͂͌̉̑̑͋̀ ̡̧̨̛̺͕̗̹̪͇̥̉͒͛́̃̂͌̓͊...(I knew you couldn't help but seek me out...)"

The stranger kept his silence as IT continued to speak:

"̠̤͖͖͉̜͎̪̲̖̾̇̊̊͒̾͆̾̆͝

Ę̞̘͓͈̲̲͎̬̜̓̃̃̌̈̉̒̐͑͝r͓͚͕͔̠͚̗͍̩̘͆̍̑͌͂̐́̽͘͘ả̧̢̧̢͙̪̻̭̠͚͑̏͑̉̾̆̏͆̚m̧̧̭͖̩͚̳͔̱̙̅̇̓́́͑̀̈́̚͠ ̪̯̜͔͚̤͇̲͎̝͛̌́͂̀͊̓̓͘͠p̥͓͔̮̝̜̥̠͎͕̑̓͊͌̾̎̕͝͠͝ȃ̡̨͖̮͕̭̼͖̺̥̀͌̒͋̅̉̀̄͠r̬̻̦͈̲͉͇͔͔̟̒͋̀̌̄͒̎͘̚͝s̡̱̯̜̥̖̺̟̬̩̄̆̈́́̔͆̃̀̚͠ ̨̹̪̭̬͖̠͚̟̊̅̒͂͂̃̑̓͒̚ͅv̢̡̡͙͔̹̘͎̞͕̽͊̇͋̎͂́͌͌͂ë̫̘͓͈̙͔̳͚̙̺́̅̿͛̔̇͆̉͋̚s̨̤̱̫͔̦͓͙͒͊̏̑̋̓͑̇͘̚͜ͅt̡̛̖̱̫̘̤̞̗͉͌͐̍̃̀̂̀̐̕ͅṙ̦̮̝̣̠̪͕̙͎͈̅͌̃̄͑̕͠͝͝ư̧̲̞̙̲̪͓͚̤͉̿͒́̔̅̊̈́̀͠m̡̧̝̻̟͎̜̮̻͕͂̋̂̅̀̏͋̽̚͠ ̢̡̤̤͈̥͎͕͔̳́̀̈́͋̒̓͛̃̋͌ņ̨̛͖̩̮̘̳͖̩̲̂̀̾̅̉̄͌̈́͘e̙̜͔̭̭͙̱̟̟̜̿́̊͌͛̓̃̑̕͠è̮̣̰̞̰͈̝̩̖̩̾̍̏̂̃͋̍́̈́ḑ̟̝̠̪̲̩͓̰̫͆̓͊̋̈̾͛̅́͘.̨̲̳̲͉̗̩̯̫̪͒̃̐̊̒̋̒͛͘͝B̢̲̳̦̘̗̩̮̮̦͒̓͊̌̑̀͑͗͘͝u̬̪̻̞̤̟̻̝̖̟͑́̐̆̅̎̆͐͂͊t̰̬̠͚͍̘̙̱̦̻͑̾͐̅̂̿̇̊̋͝ ̛͉̼͉͖͓̳̜̫̙͓͗̏͐͊̈́̀̚͝ẗ̢͕̻̻̖̼̭̳̗̑͒͑͛̍͋̅͜͝͝e̤̪͕͚̫̭̮͙͖̩̓͊͂̄̎̏̐͗͝͠m̠̱̝͔̥̬̩͚̺̏̏̈́̃̈́̍̄͆͗͌ͅp̨̨̗̰̥͖̥͓̣̪̓́̍͆̀̋̋̓͝͝o̞͔̠̹̺̲̞͉̹͍̊̈́̿̉̌͒̒͂͌͠r̨̢̻̜͍̥̗̖͎̦̋͒͌̏̅͌̀͊͊͌ǐ̯̻̮̳̫̼̞̠̤͍́̔̈̍̈́̅̄̕͝ḇ̤̲͖͉̗̩̳̘͇̅͌̉͗͒̒̏͆̕͝ư̡̩̫͇̺͈̘̩̫̘̒̊̈́͛́͆̒̾͠s̡̘̮̜͖̺̰̲̳̲͗͊̉͑̈́̐́͛͝͝ ̢̧̹̞͇̲͙̬̻̓͑͋̒̿̀͗̃̓͝ͅm̢̡̺̠͓̱̖̱̠͆́͛͗̂̎̊̿͗͘ͅą̛̟̙̱̘̹̲̞͈̆̅͊̎̀̈́͂͜͝͠ģ̛̗̺͖̫͖̗̬̬̯̈́̆͑͊͑͆̊͘͝n̡̡̜̱̯͙̤̦̬̩͑̐̎̊͆̉͆̿̀͒ą̛̺̱͕̦͉̘̦͎͍̈́̌̍͊͛̽̃̾̿m͉̖͖͖̗͖͇̭͈͓̃̅̃̃͒̀̆̉̒͠ ̲̺̮̳̣̙̦̱͈̱͆̃͆̏̔͛̽̂͠͠p̢̜̪̹̰͍̰̻̪̼̉̀͑̊̉̾͂̔͠͝o̡̨̧̩̪̘̻̫̿̈́̐̍̔͑͒̈́̚͜͝ͅt͇̭̘̞͖̳̩͎͋̓̀͂̆͆̌̿͜͝͠ͅȅ̢̛̜̻̘̰̘̣̪̠͚̍̀͋̔̏͠͝͝n̖̰͔̩͔̙̞̪̬̐̂̓͛͒̎͂̏̽̓͜ẗ̞̱̗̯̤̝̬͔̙̙́̾͒̽̽̑̋̑͝i̤͈̳̦͔̪̲̬̥̝̓̉̇̈̔̄̍̃́͘a̡̤̼̭̱̤̩̬̝̩͋́̀͒͊͗̀͐̿́m̺̞͖͉̻̭̣͉͎̹͒̈́̈́́̈́̀̈́̂̽͝ ͈̦͔̻̟͖̟̩̫͕͗̿̾̇͋͗̔̇͘͠q̢̘̠̰̖̙͓̟̺̠̈̔̋̂͐̈͛̌́͠ư̹͕͔̱͈̣̱̣̏̒̈́͋̽̔̎̂͌͜͜a̡̧̲̥̜̠̞͍̖̜͐͋̆̔̆̓̇̚̕͝m̢̨̨̬̭̼̼̟͍̬̉̂̽̈́͊̅̈́͒̄̅ ̡͈̠̗̩̰̭̙͔̈́̃̆̿͗̎͠͝͝͠ͅd̡̤͖̭̻̮͚̞̞̾̓̾͌̔̋̏̚̚͘͜ę̢̫͍̙̗̬̪͔̠̾͋͆͋̍̋̊͋̇͑d̢̤̟̥̼͍̦͍͗͗̂̅̈́͑͂͌̅̚ͅͅĩ̡̛̟͙͍͖̪͍͇̬͎̀̒̈́͋̄̃̉͠ ̢̡͉͈̫̻̪̙̠̀̈́̊̿̈͌͘͘͘͠ͅv̛͍͎͓̯͔͚̙̩̱͔̂̇̌̊̍͆̌̕͘ö̢̦̞͙̦̳̙̠̖̻́̔͗̓̅͒̍̿̕͠b̢̞̘͉̙̺̺̬͕͊̐͆͑͛̍́̚͠͝ͅî͍͚̱͉̼̠̦̪̰͓̇̂͌̈́̀̅͒̽̓s̡̛͕͉̝̳͕̗̞̻͆́͂͒͋͌͋̆͒͜ ̻͎̘̲̙̝̦̲̜͖̄͌̂́̐́̑̐͌̎m̦̣̺̥̣̟̦͍̯̫̐́̆̓̓̍͗͊̏̿į͍̼͍̠̤̠̞͉̰̍͂̄̍͊͗̽͘͝͝s̢̛͇͓̥̞͖̭̐̑̋̓͐͊̆͛̕͜͜ͅi͕̬̮̹͔͔̙̭͔͊̉̃̌̑̋̊͆̇̕ͅm̢͔̫̪̹̜̗̠̱̺̾̏̈́̌̉͛͆̆̓͝ù̢̧̖͉̜͍̥̲̦̈̋͑͌̊̇̿̒͘͜s̼̲̪̝̙͕̫̦̜͖̀͋̽̅̆̉̈́͘͝͝ ̛͎̘̞͉͓͖͇̱̹̤̌̒̌̉͐͒̈́͂͠m̛̛̬̜͈̹̺̤̫̪̗̺͑́̃̇̌͋͆͠e̢̨̪̰̩͇̥͕͈͐̓͂̿̔̒̍͌̏̕ͅ ̱̬͍͔̲̫͙̫͍̗̊̾͊̉̆͒͗̊̾̕ą̰̱͇̪̙̪̦̻͉͋͑̿̀̓͂́̎͌͝ņ̙͈̼͇͓͍͈͓̮̏̽͋́̀̌̈̓̚͠į̢̛̟̲̘̩̟̭̗̑̓̓́́͂͊̄͜͝m̡̟̳͕̝̤̞̝͕͂͋͗̐̅̒͋̋̅̓͜o̢̧͖̟̹̯̥̜̗̟͒̽̎́͂͂͘͠͝͠ ͍͙̹̦̦͙̪̦͉̋͆͋̇̎̆̽͗̑̚ͅv̥͈̪̖̮͍͙͔̬̘̇̆̈̐͒͐͌̚͘͝o̘̝͈̲̤̲͈̫̝͈̓̌̍̀̆̓̔̎̓̈́s͈͖̠͉̟͙̠̣͕͛͐̒̓́̏̓̇̀̓͜ ̨̨̳͍̖͓̲̞̜͎̇̆͂̌̈́̐̌̕͠͝p̛̞̯̗̣̪͈̮̼̗̘̏̈́͐̓̌͗̇̊͝a̛̮̝̺̥̜̺͓̝̲̗͂͑͂͒̿̌͘͠͝ṝ̡̳̰͖͈̥͉̠͕̒̈́̅́̂̒̈́͝͝s̡̢̫̫̯̘̫̲͓̙̀̇̊̅̒̆̎̋̿̕ ̢͎͇̻̠͓͉͚͑̏̈́̽͋̂̈̈͘͘͜ͅ

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̧͓̘̣̱̠͎̞̘̰̿̈́̇̀̆̅́́̚̚è̛̜̻̥̦̤̤̱̮̦̝͛̅̀͂͆͆̓͘s̢̯̟͙̤̰̰̞̝͚̈́̆̅̅̂͌̐̓̽͝s̨̱͙̥̳̩̻̞̐̏̈́̈̄͐͆̈́̕͘͜ͅę̝̖̰̠̬͚̳͔̝̏̉͐̑̀͗̒͆́͂ñ̗̻̮̥̜͉͈͓͙̟͂̿̐̊̊̄̓̓̅ţ̢̢̤̠̱̙̰͇̻̆͊̏͊̈̓̔͘͠͝i̢͍̤̰̰͇̦̣̰̳͗͗̽̄̍̍̽̒̈͝a̧̲̘͈̘̟̰̖͙̳̅̑̄̿̔͒̔̈́̚͘ļ̛̗̯̼̟̰͇̣̲̱̉̄̊͆̂̓͝͝͝i̡̢͚̖͔͉̜̘̻͖͒̉͛͌́̑͐̕͝͠s̨̗̝̰̠̭̰̘̭̣͊̂̃̒̒̀̇̀̃̀,̨̡͙͙̘̮̱̗̯̯̍͋́̌̇́̿̎͊͘ ̢̧̛͈̦͕̜̭̠͕͕̀̀̀̀̈́̒̋̀͠è̡̥̮̯̤̞̺͚͖̱̋͋̏̂͂̓̅̈͝t̡̹͈̣͎͓̰̣̖̀̊̓̾̌̃̀̽͒͘ͅ ̢̞̮̰̜̠͚̜̳̞̈́͊̂͊̋͛́̀̈͝c̢̨̛̦̦̺̫̗͙̥̭̀̓̽͗̌̽̉̈́͘ư̡͚̰̟͚̩̜̜̳̯͌̇͋̐̎̀́̀̾ş̧̧̛̪̬͓͇̖̜̬̀̈́̾́̄̂͘͠͠t̛̩͔̰̖̲̗̰̙̠͒́̿̈́̅̈́͋͘͜͝ợ̢̜͙͕̩͚̰̜̥͆̓̂͊̆͛̍͗͝ḓ̛͎̭̠̳͚̬̗̱͎́͊̋̑͐̒̒̅̓į̛̹̤̪̦͔̱͈̞̟̂̏̑̅͌̌̆̍̕ę͔̺̯̥̩̪̗̩̟͆͐̒͌̉͐́̾͋͝r̨̦͕̲͔͈͖̞̦͒̿̏̔̉͌̽̿̈͜͝i͇͚̞̤̺̫̞̦̮͒̉̊̆͊͛̔͘͝͠ͅṯ͚̲̦̩̹̪͉͓̳̇̂̉̋̉̈́̄̾̽͠ ̨̧̭͔̱̦̣̼̤̲̅̽̆̉̽̏̾͛̕͝m͙͎̖̩̭̬̙̟͖̌̾̾͛̊͐̓̕͘̚͜ë̥̗͕͉̖͕̗̫͙̠́̏̇͑̃̓͋̆̕͠ ̰̻͖͇̬̯̣͕͉͖̆̒͒́̓̐̉́̓͐i̖̣̹̱͍̲̼̜͚͔͌̐̐̋́͌̒̇͛͋ṋ̢̰͉̣̠̥͈͔̫͐̏̅̑͋̔̅̎̒̕ ̡͉͉̗̼̗̯̺͕̎̋̎̀̎͂̚͘͝͝ͅt̨̥̩̜̩̖̗̗̤͇̑̀̈͐̔̑͐̄͒͘ę̱̤͔̬̞̳̤̺͈͒̾͑̊͆̃̾̓̑̉ ̧̠͇̯̱̤̤̹͚̰̾͒̇̆͆̃͗́̍̚ơ̖͈͚̙̯̹̥͈̜̹͐͂̏͛͊͆̀̕͘b̧͍̰̝̣͕͈̮̠͚̾̾́̏͗͒̄̑̆̀s̡̛͉̲͇̖̘̥̣̝̠͌̾̈̑̈́̃̈́̒̚t̨̼̠̤͉͇̲͖̥̮̾̄͆̀̃̋̈͆̚̚ŕ̡̘͚̣͇̠̩̘͉̹̽͑̽͋̑͐̐̽̕i̥̖̫̜͉͙̬̝̩͔͋̃̀̌́́́̎͛̕ń̡̮̞͚̳͍̫̹̣͍̔̂͌̊͑͂̈́͘͠x̡̙͓̙̳̦̯̪͈̱̾̐͌̂̓͐̈́͊̋̎i̢͇͍̙̺̯̮͍͔̘̎̉́̒̾̒̓̏̈́̂ş̭̤̗̺̼̥̲̞̞̋̂͐͐̃͐̚̚͝͝t̛͉̜̜̥͎͉̙͙͎̊̾̇̏́̓̇̋̊͜i̡̛̳̘͓̦̱̲͖̥̤͗͐͋͋̓͒͛͐͝ ̯̣̣͚͎̖̫̻͇͍͗̃̿͐̾̀̆͑̕̚ş̛͙͓͔̳̠̬͚͓̬̈́̃͆̏̈̔̐͘͘i̢̪̝̝̝͓̹͕̱͋̏́̾̊̀͋̑̃͜͝g̮͇̲̝̝̤͉̻͖̪͋̅́͊̈́̑͛͂͒̕i̤̬̱̻͔̝͚͇̜͎̓̌͑̔̃̍̄͑̈́̚l̨̛͓͇̙̜̞̳͈̝͋́̍̔̅͋͆̌͜͠l̨͕̺͍̳̝͈̝͈͍̑̂̄̌̀̓̎͆̚̕a̡̤͎̟͉̞̞͓͈̽͆́̈́̓̌̀͘͜͠͝ ̡̻̺̭̠͎̩̥̤͊̇̄̐́͆͐̄͘͝ͅṕ͓̯͙̮͓̖̼͉̪̃̿͛̂͆̿͆͆͜͝ļ̞̤̫̼̘̖͈̜̳̀͂̇͑̿̉̈́͐͋͝ụ̙͚̥̱̮̜̱̠̫̃̿̿́̋̄̉́̎̕r̢̢͍̙̘͈̳̦̊̀͋̒̈́̃͊́̿̕͜ͅǐ̛̖̼͈̣̘̦̣̖̠́̑̃̆͗̎͜͝͝b̫̥͚̤̪͉̤͇̬̪̐̆͆̽̒̈́͊̊̀̔ṵ̧̡͈̭̩̫̯̟̖͗̍̔̆̔̀̇̏̚͘s͔̗͎̳̲͔̹͚̳͚̎̐̿͐̒̔͐͝͝͠ ̰̻͕̝̣̺̖͚̻͐͂̂́̃́͛͐̒͝ͅ ̡̼̬̞̙̞̝̆͐͊̀̐̆̇͒̈́̂...(I used to be a part of you,I gave your great 

power in times of need.But then,you shackled me, an essential part of you away in your mind,then bound yourself with further seals to keep me in...)

et summoveat ....(and keep them out)"

As it spoke,it layed it,s hands and the stranger's shoulder while dissolving itself slowy:

"Ņ͇̭̰̦̯͎̝̼̺̏̇̓̓̅̏͆͘̕͝u̧͇͔̬̥̯̬̹̻̬͗̽́̽̐̓̽̾̈́͐n̬̫̗̜̻̦̝̹̣͔̈́̅̍̔͋̀̏̏͘͝c͇͙͉̰͈͈̰̠̱̹͆͑͐̎̃͛̅̀́͘ ̨̨̝̠̰̫̺̞̰̈́̒̾͋̓̉̍͑̾̋͜d̢̜̜͎͎̹̤͔̗͕̔̈́̈́̀̓͋̏̏͝͠e̙̺͎̥̬͎̯̯̥͎͑͛̾̑̏͌͋̓̇͑n͔̻͍̦͍̦̼͔̪͍̊̉͛̏̈́̀͠͝͠ư̧͙̬̮̰͍̣̻͎̖̒͆͑̽͌͛͆̓͝ọ̧̖̖̩̝̪͕̻̪̀͊̄̊̈́̽̋̽̕͝ ̡̗̱̮͕̝͍̫͚͙͋̑̈͗̿͑͌̉͝͝p̝̟̟̦̣͍̲̱̮͓͗̀̋̔̏̓̏͛͘͝ȩ̨̯̹̥̫̜̯̬̞̑̍̃͊͐͛̈́̇̑͘c̢̩̫͎͍̰̗̻͙̗̊͐͌̓̈́͗͂̽̉̐c̡̡̭̟͕͍̘̠̥̝̈́̈́̀͑̌͐̃̒͝͝a̡̧͍̺̱̰̹̫̳̳͛̿͑̍̒́̊͗̚͝t̨̨͇͍̜̜̰͍̖͉̎͌͐͗̅͂̂̊͘͠o̻̝̦͈̻̥̝͕͉̦͌͗̃̄̄̌̓̓͂̇r̡̧̡̙̱̥̩̲̫͗̋̌̎͒̌̓̈́̋͝ͅṷ̭̗̮̲̱̠͍̼̞́̈́͛̇̎͂͛͊͋͠m̦̣͙̤̫͓̬͙̆̓̇̓̈̃̉̀̚̚͜ͅ ̡̟͖̱̩̭͎͎̍͛̐̐̽́̆͂̐͜͠ͅv̨̡̛͙̮̯̳̪̣̪̊̌̊̿̉̓͒̋̕͜e̼̭̟̖̤͍̣̩̘̽̈́̆͒̋̋̒̿̈͘͜ś͓̹̮̬͚͖̬͉̖̝̈́̂͒̔͒́̆̚͝t̻̦̺̱̮͇͉̥̳͛̾̈́͆̈́̅͊̋̒͜͠ŕ̡̢̳̗̞͓͈̼̦̉̄̏͂̈́͆̈́̕͜͠ȏ̢̩̹̹̙͈̩͕̥̈́̀̀̏̈̿̇͑͛͜ŗ̙͓͍͔͇̣̼̗̪̓̾̏̐́̎̄̈́̊̚u̧̙͚̙̦͎͍͖̬͇̍̃̀̋̇͐͐̽̀̚m̡͕̲̮̬͍̮̘͉̑̂̇̍̍̾͛͊̏͜͝ ̡̱̩͈̦̯͖̬̤̥̓̆̌͒̐͑̂̓̍̂v̧͕͈̠͚̝̦̯͕̲͛͑̓̀́̋̆̄͘͠ì͓̫̜̣̣̯͙̘͐̂̓̊̍̓͛̒̔ͅͅḑ̫̙̝̰̗͈̩̭̦̎̍́́͂̅̔͝͝͝i̧̛̘̜͖̼̲̱̠̝̳̊̌͌̎͗̽͠͠͝ş̛̥̜̳̤̺̟̯̦̰̈́͆̐̋̈́̔̄͘͝t̨͍̹͈͔͙͓̼̰́́̈́̈̓͊̕͝͝͝ͅi̢̩͚̩̙̘̥̤͋͛͑̓͋̋̒̀̓̿͜ͅs̛͎͕͓̫͔̣̞͓̱͓̒̍̿̌̈́̿̇͠͝ ̡̣͇͙̗̬͙̜͖̑̍̑̐̑͛̀͑̃̏ͅȩ̛̱̲̤̱̬̯̘̮̱̀̽̄̃̽͂̈́̇̕n̨̲̻̝̖̲̬̩̗̫͑̆̓̂͗͑̓́̊̔i̡̡̛͉̬̻̦̣̫͇̼͊͌̒͋̃̈́̏̒͘m̱͉̞̗͎̼̣͍̭̜͌̎̓̓͒̿͋̓͘͝ ̺̪͙͙̣͍͉͍̳̟̅̏̓͒̉̋́͑͝͠p̨̱͍̟̫͍͎̝͍̖̿̔̋̐̃̐͛̇͝͝ǫ̢͎̭͖̣̤͚̥̝̋̂̂̈́͆̔͛́̐͘ţ̨̛̬̞̖̭̠̗̼͔̒́͆̈̾͂̕͠͠e͓̜̣̯͈̙̺̭̖͒͋̅͛́̌̒̏̀̓͜ŗ͍̖̘̮͍̜̹̮̆́̀̏͂̽͌̒̓̕͜a̡̩͎͈̫̞̮̟̟͇͛̏͊̉̾͌̿͒͘͠n̢̜̻̦̞̜͇̖̅̉̓̃̈́̽̀̒́̕ͅͅẗ̮͔͍̤͈̥̥̙̯́̇͊̏̈́͆͌͗̍͘ͅ ̧̢͉̘̜̭̜̯̝̠͋̍͂̈́̀́̔̎͌͠ĉ̢̦̜̙͈͙̬̬͔̄͊̿͗̋̍͐̚͝ͅỏ̜̙̲͉͖͕͎̩͖̭̑̍͐́͑̿̐̃͠ņ̛̣͔̞͉̝͙͔̙̯̏̆̿̅̔̈̔͝͝c̢͕̟̬̫̳̤̺̞̞͛̈́̈́̌̉̿͗̽͘̕l̛̻̣̘͔̹̙̟̯̣̬̃̊̍̃̾̀̕̕͝ư̧̧̠̤͇̜̣͓̌̋́̊́̽̎̕͠ͅͅs̡̯͕̥̙͇͎͓͎̔̉̔̐̈́͛̋̔̽͜͝ḯ̧̗̼̰̼̹̝̞̻͂̅́̓̏͐̌̃̉͜t̡̧̢̝̼̬̗̦͚͕̉͛́̇͂͗̑̕͝͝ ͓̙̞̣͕̹̭̩͈̓̿̇͐̄̒̃̍̿̂͜ȇ̡̖̹̺̝̲̗͈̰̰́̇̾͊̃̿̈̕͠ǫ̡̩̼̭̠̻̺̥͍̇́̀́̀͗̒̊̕̚s̭̠͈̻̩̘̼͕̰̲͆̀̔́͋̌̔̒̍͗ ̺̩̮̻̯̘̺̹̥̇̃͛̽̓͐̀̓̉͘͜s̢͙̺̥̣̲͉̘̔͆̓̽̒̐̎͛̚̚ͅͅa̛̟̯̻̲̲̼͖̜͔͉̿̈́̀̓̀͋̾̌̚l̡̝͓̖̳̠̤̯̙͋̃̄̌̐̔̔̐̇͝ͅŭ̡̞͚̘̞̫͈̝͚͛̐̌̽̾͌̈́͜͠͠t͚̜͔̜̬͉͉͖̗̤͒̈͌͐̿̋̀͊͋͋a̜͎̣̼͈̩̖̤̘̺̔̓̄̓̏̾͌͑̕͝r̛̝̜͍̣̱͕̹̦̲̍̉̏̓̉̏͐̋̒͜ĕ̢̛̗̬̞̖̮̣͕̥͓̎̀̇͂̍͒̚͝ ̡̗̮͕͕̦͈̼̝̉̎͆̈́̃̒͑̓̆͜͝t͇̪̞̪̘̭̮̠̼̠͐̄̓͗̀̔̈́̑́̏u̧̡͍̼͙͖͈̤̖̰͛̏́̏̄̀̽̓́̍ṳ̖̬͎̩̟̱̞̘͖͆̔̋̾͋͊̒̈́͋͝m̛̗̗͍̘͈̻͈͔͓͉̽̉͐̾̓̎̾͋̃ ̧̧͚̠̰̰̤͈̜̥̒͒̈́͒͗͋̌̋͠͝d̨͇̩͔̫̣̳̘̹̣̆͂͛͂̑̍̑̑̕͝e̲͔̝̗̥̪̼̭̮͚̐̽̑̒̈͌͊̏͂͒â̢͓͖̪̦̭̟̩̩̦̍̇̅̅͌̑͊̕̚d̢̼̪̱̜̜̮̻̯͚̃͆͐̓̑͐̈͑̔͝.̢̡̱̮͔̠̰͇͈̜͗̂͆̓̓́͗͆̐͗Ï̡̨͚̯̖̘͇̜̲͈̈́̿̓͐̄͋͂̉̅ ͍̯̪̞̭̞̠̻̖͑͗͋̃̾̓͂͐͌̚ͅŝ̭̘͓̠̹̼̟͇̀̈̀̔̄͒́̚̚͜͜ȩ̼͔̭̮͇̺̬͉̗̄̆̈́̄̊̃̄̊̚͝m̢̢̳̼͚̗̳̬̫̑̀͋̐̈́̓̽̿͘͜͠p̢̧̩͖̜̪̫͎̻̞͑̊̑̑̍͊̇̕͝͝ȩ͈̫͈̟̺͍̤͇̖̌̓̈́̈͐̈̚͝͝͝r̨̧̛͉̟͚͈̝̣̹̔̓͆͑͑͊̂͘͝ͅ ̢̨͙̙͔̰͚̺̭̙̈́͌͌̃̃̒̓̍̀́v̧̹̞̞̲͎̥̺̹̫̒̒́̓̑̅̿̆̅̓a̡̨̞̠͔̳͎̫͍̙͗̂̑͌̏̈́̔͐͘͝ļ͉̭͖̻͔̬̖̰͎̈́̊̄̓͋̊̽̓̽͘u̡̪͙̯̙̰̥̘̪̬̿͋͋̍̒͛͗͗̈́̕í̢̹̪͔͎̮͉̗̣̼̌̐̾͆̅͊͊̕͠t̨̺͕͙͙̗̙͇̤̬͆͒̄́̌̽̀̈̄͘,̧̗̖͖̹̹̟̰̹̙̇̈́͛̀̽͆͛̍̊̕ ̡̢̛͍̝͍͇̲̣̫̼̎͂͌́͗́̎͘͘

ȇ͔̗̻̳̳̩͚̙̮͖̑̀̈́̈̄͑̚͘͘ẗ̨̢̯̥̻͎̜̖͓͈́̎̅̅̈́̐̓̈́̑̚ ͍̹͍̻̪̖̬̩̆̓͒͐͌̃̕͘̕͜͜͝p͙̖͓̫̬̬̘̪͕̣̈́̈́̽̏̾̔̽̓͘͠r̢̛̖̝̫̥̪̘͇̳͈͆̅̍̏̎̈́̒̈͝ŏ̡̧̥̣͈͔̱̫̣̬̽̏̌͌̓͊̌͂͒p͚̺̲͎̱̻͈̘̳͇̉̆̿̊͒̃̐̄̏̚ĕ̦͈͔̫̳͚̟͔͉͖̇̿̇͗͆͛͝͝͠r̨͖̪̘̦̦̩̩͉̟̆͗̽̔͒̍̂̃̕͘a̢̨̲͔͓̻̜̜͎̓̀̏̆̅̔͘̚͜͝͝t̳̮̙̩̝̱͕̩̞̼̓̿͌̏̒̆̓̕͘͝e̢̡̖̗̹̘͕̺̥͌̐̅͛̔̀̑̏̆̅͜ ͍̖̹͙̥̪̦̺̯̼͐͌͆͆̐͒̃̾̒͝q̭̘͉̩̳̘͇̣̬̔̍̃̐͛͐̽͗̆͌͜ũ̧͕̳̣̳̤̣͙̩̤̐͑̌́͂̆͒̾͘a̡̺̰̰̞̠̫̜̺̻̒́̿̉̊͂̏̀̕͝ǹ̢̖͉̜̖͓͉͕͚̤͋́͂̃͌̈́̈͠͝t̨̡͔͍̣̦̭͎̥̼̒̏̇̉̓̃̉̐̑͝ǫ̨̢̪̹̥͕̱̭̑͋̀̈́̊̏̽̔̽̕ͅc̳͈̟͇̖̯̝̺̰͖͊͋̏͋̉͋̀̇̚͝ḭ̧̟̗͎͔̘̟̖̖͌́̉͂̒̆̾̈́̍̚ư̡̤̠̼̭͙̤̭͍̟̏͋͛̈̆̎́͘̕ṣ̡̢̝͉̠̝͕̜̐̐̾͛́̅̈́̅̕͜͠ ̧̛͕̥̝̪̟̞̯̺͖̊̐̈́͒̀̉͂͘͝v̧̡̹̼͍͈̝̪̦͇̊̏̄̈́̌̇͒̎̅̀e̢̨̪͚̮̹̥̯͕̾̅̍̃͛́͗̓̓͆ͅn͈̳̲̠̖͓̖̞̼̄͛͒͑̽̾͛̈́͜͝͝i̛̦͔̺̟̪̘͚̞̯̳̒̐̂̀̆̅̉͛͠ę̠͖̘͓̪̫̥͖̖͊̊͛̿͂͒͌̿͘͝n̨̗̲̹̗̪̭̼̱̹͌̅̾́̀̓̅̓̎͝t͕͉͍̟̬̦̮͍̜̣̉̐́̉̉̓̆̐̕̕ę̩̗͚̬̦̯̯̲̙̃̔̿̏̑͐̿̕̚͠ș̨̻̺̱͖͖̦̗͚͋̏̍̄̋̿́͐̓̾.(But now,you have witnessed your sins anew,unable to shut them in,your 

salvation forever dead.I regain power, and I will come back.)"

It's dust swirled around the stranger,mixing pieces with him,forcefully.

Face for face,

,,,feet for feet....

,,,arm for arm...

The stranger violently was awaked by the winds slamming against his sacrophagus.he pushed away the sealing part that made a loud thump upon falling.He was breathing heavily with wide opened eyes,just like anyone would if they saw what he saw.Firstly relieved to be up from his nightmare,he then grimmly made a realization;his right arm that was the most covered,ripped it's bandages to reveal a nightmarish black demonic limb,pulsing with blood writing begeinning to expose itself.With great sorrow,he lamented his worstening condition and the urgency to keep going at his quest:

"'Not even in my sleep can I rest.My mind is too aware of the sins I have commited for them.I have no redemption,only penance.So be it!I will die undoing all I have wrought upon the innocent."'

He stepped out of his sacrophagus and kept on treading despite the virulent winds,to inscreasinly demonic territory,so he could pay for all his sins...