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||The Crimson king, God of War on the planet Arcanim, watches as Olimo, God of the Stars, begins his nights work. The humans on his desolate world have long since died out; though the echoes of their dreams and hopes still echo through the skies. As they had prayed their true belief created and changed the Gods that exist today. But as time went on they began to try to find explanations using science and logic, disbelief spread, killing the gods like a plague. Slowly the gods had died out. But the Crimson King would not watch his fellows slip quietly into oblivion. He took his place as the King of all Gods and began a massacre like no other. The mass genocide of an entire worlds population. Now with no belief or disbelief, they live in never ending peace, under the watchful eye of their Crimson King. Was it worth it? Of course. It was war or death. Still, sometimes... In the dark... And the Silence... they can still hear the screams of the people they loved. The first piece art I did and the one that made me realise I like drawing. Enjoy|
|When limitations fall away||'This ends now'|