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Dark • Fantasy • Immortal • Dangerous
The monsters of this tealm consume and thrive. Mortala weep and cry. their mortal lives nothing but a meter on a bar in this world. For every failed attempt the meter—it’s one step closer to hell.
The horror Otome reality is just this: Certain people who die go to a certain place. Unknown why they’re chosen they simply are. Some sort of death brought them here and only their courage, and or lack of will determine where they go. Many mortals wake up dead, it is possible. they end up here in the horror, reality where they either pass limbo Gates to the above or stay in hell forever.
Raid grins, his head dangling from the length of his fingers. hair wrapped along his muscular grip. blood drips from his severed head to the floor. He licks his lips as he notices fresh souls form awake on the bloodied dirt floor before the imperial horror palace.
The mandibles of his body twitch gently, he can feel the fresh wave of new souls. the game begins.
