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RESURRECTION
When Noir fell into a bottomless chasm, abode of mystery, an abyss of despair and misery. There's was nothing but complete darkness, oblivious cold. Noir found himself swallowed up into the nothingness, not able to see his own two hands in front of his face. The cries of unheard souls, seeking vengeance echoing around the unseen space. "You killed us." "Traitor!" "Go straight to hell!" "You should die a million times!" "Suffer into the Tartarean abyss!" The voices he knew from his heart were from the Morye folks, whispering sounds were full of hatred and resentment. He smiled bitterly as the memory of the past flashed through his mind, how his parents murdered them viciously and vile. The nameless monsters roamed around and devoured their flesh and consumed their lives, and how they
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