Ender Diril

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GMgm ■ The youngest of the Cursed Sisters, she bears the mark of 333; a symbol of chaotic balance. As the harbinger of finality, she wields a cursed doll and commands an army of enchanted effigies. Together, they are the Ancient and Eternal Triad of Chaos.

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GMgm ■ A love spell, a doll, and just a few too many drops of swamp water; now look at her. Instead of hearts, she collects souls. Her staff crackles with chaotic energy, and her cursed doll giggles at midnight. So, kids, think twice before dabbling in Voodoo!

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Thank you dor adding me in this list erikx 🤍

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GMgm ■ She is no mere child but a Muse of Malediction, her power a blasphemy against the natural order. Her youthful visage is fractured into many faces, each etched with the infernal mark of 999, a sigil of chaos. Her only friend is a cursed doll, bound to her for eternity.

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GMgm ■ His pride swallowed by the abyss of time; the blade at his side, once a symbol of conquest, now weighs heavier than his soul. He remembers the lives he claimed, the glory he pursued, all of it now hollow. And so he waits, longing for an absolution that will never come.

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GMgm ■ We live our lives unaware of the dark, powerful beings that lurk just beyond our understanding, and she is one of them. Don't be deceived by the loss of her arm in a war fought centuries ago. Draz'Khalith waits near her Shrouded Blade, craving the taste of flesh.

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GMgm ■ The stars have been silenced! Xa’rakal has descended upon Oth-Xa’rath in human form. Bound to the black sun, he is a shadow of pure entropy, cloaked in corrupted power. As long as the prince endures, the gods' dominion remains incomplete. And so, the prince must fall.

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GMgm ■ He is the one who shall not be named, the keeper of the maelstrom that binds our reality; a being of unspeakable power who stands between the realms, watching, waiting, and ensuring the fragile balance of existence does not collapse, unless it serves his dark design.

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GMgm ■ He dedicated his entire life to an unrelenting ambition; to become a demon! Consumed by his obsession, he transformed his disciples into barn owls, forcing them to navigate his deadliest trials and forging them into creatures of the underworld.

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GMgm ■ He can no longer recall his own face, nor the sound of his voice. The mask devoured his soul, stripping his humanity piece by piece, like ash carried away by the wind. Now, he is the Warden of Ash; only a vessel for the curse, the one who will awaken the end.

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GMgm ■ I feel a profound sense that the cosmos embodies a dark, forbidden knowledge; one so devastating that merely attempting to understand it could shatter the mind and unravel reality itself. In the dark, powerful beings lurk, their influence a tangible force capable of corrupting our very world. They drive us into madness, where identity and reason crumble, and those under their control lose all sense of reality and self. If what we see and experience is real, could it be that our minds, without our awareness, alter that reality based on external forces? We become trapped in a cycle of self-destruction, uncovering one of the most profound lessons: the pursuit of truth, can lead to the annihilation of our minds. Yet, I believe that this perilous knowledge can also be a catalyst for growth. The terror embodied by this figure is a constant reminder that fear and uncertainty will always exist, but our response to them is what truly defines us. We find strength not by avoiding fear, but by confronting it.

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GMgm ■ They say she answers prayers only if your suffering amuses her. With every step you take toward the Matron of Flames, the air grows heavier; old wounds begin to bleed, and past transgressions resurface like poison, as you beg her to embrace your darkest desires.

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GMgm ■ Happy Halloween 👻 This Halloween will be different from any other, at least for mortals. Within these ever-burning flames, this mountain shall witness my birth and when the night fades, nothing will ever be the same.

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GMgm ■ "Where does your strength come from?" he asked. I wasn’t ready for the question. I had no answer; nothing at all. His voice slithered into my mind like a thousand serpents, coiling tighter and tighter around their prey, until my breath slipped away.

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GMgm ■ “This is the Gate, where all masks shatter and every will breaks; unless your soul is pure, which is impossible in these times. And so, we will crawl like beasts, bearing the weight of our sins, as we try to pass under the Keeper’s watchful gaze that tears at our skin.

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GMgm ■ “You can have anything, if you're willing to sacrifice.” The words echoed from the void. Blinded by his hunger for fame, he accepted without hesitation, yearning to become a renowned author; unaware that this promise would lead to his ultimate destruction.

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GMgm ■ Her steps are unbound by time or space, her spectral silhouette flickering like a memory half-erased. The Silent Muse is neither a guardian nor a destroyer. She is a forgotten god, the final witness to what should never have been created!

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GMgm ■ Where fire and shadow intertwine in grotesque harmony, the Forsaken Warden prowls. Every step melts the stone beneath him, his body writhing with searing tendrils, each breath releasing the scent of burning despair as he searches for you.

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GMgm ■ The Weeping Mother cradles a child made of starlight, a being that drains stars and extinguishes entire galaxies in his silent hunger. Now, in the stillness of darkened worlds, she moves, singing a mournful lullaby that echoes across the void.

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GMgm ■ No voice... No movement... Only the silence of stone and the unrelenting grip of divine judgment. I became what I desired so much: a monument of solitude, a silent embodiment of what remains when the human heart rejects its own.

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