Advent of the Three Calamities

[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww

Entrail_JI · Fantasy
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The Celestial Chorus [1]

A faint, eerie glimmer of light seeped through the mosaic windows, its feeble glow barely illuminating the towering altar at the room's heart.

The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, as if the very walls held their breath, waiting for something unseen yet deeply ominous.


A man garbed in white stood before the altar.

His features were aged, framed by a white cassock adorned with a pellegrina and cinched with a fringed white fascia.

A golden necklace hung by his chest. 

Clasping his hands together, he prayed. 

"With reverence and devotion, we offer ourselves." 

His voice was brittle, echoing loudly within the confines of the church. 

"Bound to your will and purpose," 

There was a certain magnetism to his voice that pulled the ears of those present. 

"In this world and beyond," 

But there was something more to the voice.

Something more... sinister.