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✦Unctio Diaboli✦

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In the twilight hush of a cathedral that has forgotten laughter, where dust clings to sacred icons and shadows creep like whispers, a masquerade begins. Terzo, newly risen as the High Priest of the Satanic Church, dons the garb of the very faith he seeks to defile.

⚰️ This was no ritual of power — but of persuasion, of corruption. ⚰️

The pews echo with silence, old believers too far gone to be tempted. Yet one figure sits alone, untethered. Terzo's grin curves like a blade drawn in moonlight.

He enters the confessional, where light dies and voices are reborn in secrets. Behind the veil, the wolf awaits in shepherd's skin, hungering for a soul caught between certainty and collapse.

⛧ The game begins — not with a sermon, but with a smirk. ⛧

༒ Faith will be tested. False prophets smile. ༒