❄️Prince of Oblivion❄️~

A complete dissolution of emotions and feelings, memory, and oneself. A pure, consuming void, deep and insatiable. Apathy or silence—the gift of winter, the gift of the Prince. The price is great. As is the price of the flame that burns the inside. Only this demon can withstand and absorb all the power born from the depths. Only this demon can withstand Lady Fury, Frangonza.

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I felt a variety of emptiness. It contained salvation, fear, apathy, and death. It contained everything. It contained winter. But it also gave space to everything I felt so intensely that I thought I couldn't bear it. Winter became a symbol of the demon Oblivion, and it also brings me pleasure; I look forward to no other season as much as winter. The cold snow is like the ashes of a past life, some past version of myself. It calms, taking over everything. It's hard to accept that I hardly live in shades of gray; my emotions are like a volcano. But it's also hard to face the other side of winter; the merciless cold is so destructive.

It's a dangerous dance between two demons, a beautiful one, where two realms merge. Long ago, I paired them, and it turned out to be such a strong tandem that, in the context of the setting, it's the only possible solution that maintains balance.

Sometimes I think he looks like a dragon, an ice knight with clawed paws. But I still can't quite grasp the image.