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19 lines
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categories = ["fiction"]
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date = "2020-12-16 23:05:00 +0100"
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publishdate = "2016-09-20"
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title = "Twin Swords of Hate and Hope"
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Blood-red runes smoulder with hellfire heat, eldritch and arcane symbols twisting and writhing like caged beasts. Molten light pours from the blade, a cacophony of flaming colours pulsating to a deep, unseen beat. The air around it shimmers, trying to run from the smoking heat. Living fire, possessed with evil intent, drips from the tip of the wide spined sword, a deep groove running down its spine. The Evil Eye sits crouched on the hilt, slitted pupil moving erratically, madly.
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The saber is alive with boundless rage, blood and flame bound in shackles of brass. Possessing a wicked razor sharpness no object of the mortal realm can even slow, like the scythe of Death itself. Capable of cutting an ethereal flame in twain, or cleaving a soul from its body. It seems to radiate evil, as if a demon is entombed within the metal and fire of the artifact. One wonders if this sword is wielded...or it wields.
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This is the Blade of Hatred.
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Blinding white light matches the volcanic glow emanating from the Hellblade. Burning with clean force, a miniature sun. Energy flickers and crackles along the length of the curved blade. The hilt is a basketwork of shining gold, the pure light glinting off it, sparkling fragments twirling into the darkness. It shines with strength, and surest purity.
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It rivals its pair in sharpness, capable of hewing the head of a demon from its shoulders without the slightest resistance. This sword too, feels alive. But not possessed, instead...confident. Filled with life, not hate.
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This is the Blade of Hope.
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