
~ A Heart of Gold, Still Bleeds Red ~
One's Soul is not bound to one's body. In fact the soul of a human is easy to slip out from underneath them. Some souls are taken slowly, stripped from the body as it desperately tries to hold on. In most cases the victim doesn't even notice it's very own essence being ripped from it's foundation. Such carelessness to one's being is sad, and unacceptable. Those who let their very existence fall away from them must be punished, their Souls must be redistributed. This can not be overlooked.
Time as unmeasurable it is went past, many souls have been re-purposed, given new light, a new body. Though there is one very stubborn soul that must be addressed. The soul belongs to a body ravaged by time, but it's strength shows no waver. It has clung to it's vessel with such power, though fighting Death it has kept it's grip on this world. Though this is impressive, it is unacceptable. For the first time. One must descend to Terra. And take care of this problematic one.
At first light a Soul was given form, it was sent to remove the stubborn one from it's home. But there was a mistake, the Soul that was given life had seen purpose in the current life of the stubborn Soul. It has betrayed it's order, and it's own purpose to fight for the dying light that was this shriveled human being. But this is not the end, one's duty will always prevail above all else... As only time stands between one and their destiny.
Un Edited Prologue
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 1800 x 1500px
File Size 1.3 MB
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