Chapter 4: Kingdom in Red

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(AN: this chapter is pretty short lol)

"In the fabricated shallow footing of the red kingdom...

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"Lies foes daring to leave the daredevil gowns of play and facing trials of the Red King, a devilish dictator of Abaddon's' hollow illusionary in a cramped ancient sunkist kingdom. 

The devilish dictator lies in eternal pain, forever suffering in woe as lamentation of his whistling crude. The red king was the ache and suffering in screeching hell. 

In the eternal cries of decree, The red king is a false king, the corpse of wanderers fell flat off death stench, gawks in the resides obituary in the facade kingdom of red. 

There sat the red king, protruding blood from his suffering eyes of red, and the crown of thorns he wore stabbed into his red flesh. 

The mask of red, the masquerade fitting for a false king, onto the throne of red

Let the play of a king laugh in sorrow. 

The song of the undead, the dance of nasty vines of sinners weep together, the king plays a flute in a stomach of creed and gloom, and the darkness covers the ineffable god hole into his hollow eyes. 

A place where no law exists, an illogical place of unfathomable chaos, just a play fit for a king on a tidy throne

A palace that transcends all consciousness of stories

far away from home. 

The wicked red king slaughtered the kingdom where paradise is called 'heaven'. 

He observed the entirety of creation as a mere 'illusion of mischief with no sensible partake, just inconvenient fun.'

Creating a paradise in the theatrical realm where all the non-believers and his followers worship him.

Oh, how miserable the king was—no audience in sight to praise the red-ol king. 

He knows our shallow existence. 

His undesirable hunger for power was too great and selfish. 

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Holding a great grudge against his savage creator. 

The crimson-red sun rays space the kingdom of red sand and black sky, just a literary place of work, with no subtle existence in sight but desolate wasteland. 

You can see what you cannot see, but you cannot feel what you cannot feel. 

The red existence is not an entity but a place of the unknown that lingers beyond moral comprehension.

In his distance was a place of red, the red kingdom. 

The King walked with stride, as the dunes of red coarse sand and wisp were no danger for him.

Leaving potholes of trails in the pathway to the overarching kingdom

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A swelling spurring crackled in smoothing and whispered howl into the kingdom's midst. The pavement cross section led him into the cities of crimson-red.

The narrow darkness and scheming red flourished the ghost city with grained howls. 

As the shadow arches onto the city grounds. 

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Here lies the kingdom in red."

- Alfred William (The Jevil Proposal)