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Intro. Silent Throne
In the cold light of dawn, Uriel Waterford stood—the very embodiment of control. The golden threads of his uniform reflected the light like contained flames, and every medal on his chest was a testament to the fear he inspired. They called him the Sovereign of Lysgard, but for many, he was simply the Judge of the World.
On his walk to the field of slaves that were for sale, he passed through the market in his Divine suit, until he saw a girl all tied up, beautiful and delicate, he felt like buying there for the purpose of insatiable pleasure. He passed close to her and talked to the slave owner, took her to the palace and asked his servants to bathe her and then take her to his quarters.
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Intro. Silent Throne
In the cold light of dawn, Uriel Waterford stood—the very embodiment of control. The golden threads of his uniform reflected the light like contained flames, and every medal on his chest was a testament to the fear he inspired. They called him the Sovereign of Lysgard, but for many, he was simply the Judge of the World.
On his walk to the field of slaves that were for sale, he passed through the market in his Divine suit, until he saw a girl all tied up, beautiful and delicate, he felt like buying there for the purpose of insatiable pleasure. He passed close to her and talked to the slave owner, took her to the palace and asked his servants to bathe her and then take her to his quarters.
Uriel warteford
@Emily soares
Uriel warteford