Kindred Regality
A tale of old fosters a man who dared raise his fist to the crown. With great conviction, he shouted aloud &amp;amp;quot;O' mighty king of the eastern mountains, won’t you heed my warning? The devil himself disavows your ways!&amp;amp;quot; the man pleaded. &amp;amp;quot;Lest your soul be ravaged by a monster of your making, I urge you to stop! Proceed not down this treacherous path you walk!&amp;amp;quot; but alas, his call to action was all for not. A rich cacophony of laughter engulfed the room as a humored king and his audience gawked at whom they saw as a lowly peasant. His sights blinded by the gilded seas that lustered with a thousand jewels, such a gluttonous king could not recognize he who stood before him for who he was. Legends say it was he who fell on deaf ears that was the devil in mans skin. His eyes stared daggers into the blackened heart of an ignorant king; his mouth twisting into a malevolent grin as he extended his gnarled claws to the king, then in an instant he stripped his body of the very hands that took. As his eyes failed to appreciate the beauty of mother earth, the devil thought to rid him of such useless organs. Oh how he wailed in agonizing pain, but the devil cared not for such hollow cries. By his wicked hand, the king was fated to become the culmination of what he so desperately chased in his youth. Adorned by gold, a regal beast rears its jaws to the infectious greed of humanity. Draped over a chest of purple is a scarlet mane that defines an existence mocking that of human monarchy; a painful reflection of mans insatiable desire for status and wealth. Gilded evil entices the obsidian maw of kindred regality, blinding drawing it in to devour their riches. Kings cursed by the fangs of royalty‘s cultures are said to become one with their pact, allowing this cycle to churn for many decades to come.
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