Fantasy Spacefaring

The war started in 2077 Kasper., at the dawn, when the Duath'mir of Konet conducted his ascension. All the celestial nobles fluttered in their robes. When the wines and foods and festivities danced in geometric trajectories, when the melody flowed in mathematical angles and the world dizzied into a blur; numerous suns blotted the skies of Konet. 

Konet was no more.

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I lent my loyalty to the House of Mark for what they were. Chivalry, Justice and Vision. 

I served under the Knightage of the Red Moon, throughout all my years as a page. I got myself knighted under the same house, to the very same order. 

It is my world, my house and myself. 

If death will keep it the way it is, then death will be served on a silver platter.

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To be a Josephine, one must necessarily know the dust. The dust is the remains of what was, what is, and what will be. If one knows the dust, he will know everything.

And I know, the Marks will be no more. However, I will say not and do not. It is their war, I have none to do.

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What has my brother done?!

Why must he bleed himself dry?!

Why must he draw them in his blood?!

Why, oh, why must he summon anything at all…

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Today, they fall.

Those snobby pricks, I will cook their flesh and relish it.

Fuck 'em. Freedom is the way to go! And, Danielism is freedom! 

Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~

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The Highest has woken from his centuries of slumber.

What has woken him is unknown, but what is known is that the Samuel House is hectic and tripity. 

Their prime ancestor has woken up, there are numerous things to do!

What is the 'Highest' doing?

He is trying hard to pick a cherry tomato with his fork.

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