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The newest painting was of two suns: one yellow, and one red; the earthly, and astral suns, I guessed. Between them, was a frayed and torn rope, and holding the other end of the rope, was Hatred. I moved to the next painting, and the suns were closer together, and the end of the rope between the suns had a knot before its break. Hatred still held her end, but the detail of her figure was noticeably simpler. I moved to the next painting, and the suns were even closer, the knotted rope had two frayed ends forking from it, and Hatred’s proportions were exaggerated, like a cartoon’s. I moved to the last painting, this one done with finger-paint, and the suns Japanese Porn were one, creating an eclipse as seen in the astral plane, lashed together by the rope. Holding the other end of the rope, was a stick-figure drawing of an elf. Not Hatred, but a smiley-faced asian woman. “Joy…” I murmured, “ This was once a warmer place, of kind eyes on morning’s face, I remember the song of birds, and the joy in my holy mother’s words. ” I recited softly, trying to piece-together the puzzle. Hatred remembered being tethered, when birds sung in her realm of life, when the twin suns showed warmly, ‘of kind eyes on morning’s face,’ and when she thought her holy purpose was to bring joy to the world. Much like Serenity and Passion, Joy had an emotive purpose that had been dictated by her Live Giver. “You were tethered to the astral sun.” I said, staring at the last painting, “But when the eclipse ended, you became Sentient, and…” my eyes fell to bible at the very back of the room. I walked cautiously to it, and opened the oldest piece of Hatred. In the dawn, there were but two. The Holy Virgin walked alone upon the world, bathed in her light, while The Interloper walked beneath it, reveling in the dark… I skimmed ahead to the first day, On the first day, The Holy Mother created life, the land on which it walked, and the sun with which it shined. She birthed those that would carry her likeness; the human, elf, dwarf and nymph; the orc, goblin, ogre and troll; the centaur, siren… That part was still the same. I skipped through the list of the Holy Mother’s supposed japan creations until I got to the third day, the day that had been changed in Wrath’s bible, but that was also the same. On the third day, The Holy Mother created wind… In Hatred’s book, it was the second day that had been changed, but it hadn’t been changed just once. On the second day, The Holy Mother- ON THE SECOND DAY, THE HOLY MOTHER CREATED HATRED, FOR ALL THAT IS JOY TURNS TO DUST IN THE END! The original text was crudely written-over, by big, bold lettering. “What the heck is going…” I trailed off, and looked down. There were black footprints beneath my feet. I frowned, dipped my finger in all the ash that littered japanese the volcanic floor, and wrote into the bible: On the second day, The Holy Mother created… but the text disappeared almost as soon as I’d written it. I didn’t know what Joy would’ve turned to without Corruption’s intervention, but Corruption had made sure that once the astral eclipse ended, she got her word in. What had been in Joy’s center? My own center was just my earliest memories, but my astral garden was unique; I wasn’t a construct of a Life Giver. What were in the centers of Angela and Arbitrus? If they went Sentient, would they have bibles with lies written in them? Why?! “On the third day, the Holy Mother created Wrath. On the second day, the Holy Mother created Hatred. On the first day…” My eyes fell back to the black footprints beneath my feet. I followed their path around the podium, to the wall behind it. There was a doorknob hidden in the shadow of the podium, and a threshold concealed by the paneling. The bible was here, this was the final center, but there was still a door. Then there’s only one place this could lead to. Corruption had to get in here somehow. And right now, she’s not home. I reached forward, and clasped the knob. I took a deep breath, and turned my wrist. Quickly thinking Alyssa realized they were right. ​“I messed up the shower and didn’t turn off the switch Japanese Porn before starting the water flow. "Can you go grab her real quick then? “Well, it’s certainly up to japanese her.” I replied. I hear a knock before the door opens. I tried to push my dick deeper into her lips, but she had already engulfed as much of my clothed cock as she could. Now normally this would have been awkward but think the alcohol had suppressed the japan tension. Diann giggled and said. What are you doing to me? I asked. Clint rammed back into my cunt, asian groaning, “Pam! He… Dimitri lied to me. He didn’t really love me, but I loved him so much.” Tears streamed from her eyes and dripped from her chin. I put one foot on the gunwale and grabbed my cock and put it close all to her face. “Of course,” I said, grabbing her hips and pulling her close. “He…” Her eyes fall to the floor.