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Now he roams the earthCity, reduced to little more than an undying worm, crying tears which wound the earth and scorch the sky, dragging his scorpion-tail through the same world that mortals roam, meddling in their affairs to pass the time - Unable to meet his end, anymore.

# '''Temptation: PhraseMelancholy: I've begun to comprehend have heard word of the dead Hour who still roams the City, by the name of the Template's waysHeresiarch.# '''Dedication: PhraseMelancholy: I shall follow have decided to avenge the Template's waysDrowned God.# '''Ascension: PhraseSorrow: Agh I hear the sea in the sky whenever I close my eyes. My skin is pale as snow. This is the Third Mark.# '''Ascension: Phrase: Ugh my bones.