chew_the_bread
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“He’s the most dangerous servant of the Beast of Deceit, White Lily Cookie! He is a traitor to the Fairies who had not been seen for at least four thousand years! At first we expected him to turn up and release his master, but he never showed up, so most of us thought he was dead.”
“It can’t be that bad!” GingerBrave piped up. “He’s no Beast! We’ve fought Beasts and won!”
Everyone stared at him.
“Haha kid…” A woman said nervously, “trust me, I was in the same class with him. Total charmer. Cult-leader type. When he says ‘jump’, you ask ‘how high’. When he switched sides, an entire cult joined him to the dark side. None ever came back.”
“Then why wasn’t he ever mentioned?”
Mercurial shook his head, “most of the citizens either didn’t believe he existed or that their dead darling turned evil. They called his cult a bunch of delusional cookies. That’s where the phrase ‘drink the grape juice’ came from. We thought he was dead but it turned out he faked a kidnapping and swore them all to silence.”
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Shadow Milk might have been the Beast of Deceit, but without his servant, he would only be a monster, powerful but unbearably weak. -
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The first time he died, it was an accident. Or as much as a mistake a murder could be.
Burning Spice had warned him. This was not your battle. He had said. Shadow Milk may have imagined desperation in his voice. Go away. Before it’s you who bow before Destruction, Fount of Knowledge.
Still, he did not move. It was either him or the Kingdom. And Shadow Milk was made to protect.
“Friend”. He remembered saying. “It doesn’t need to be that way”.
And then he died.
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Shadow Milk's ideology of Nihilism, his excuses, and the consequences -
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“I just want to know,” he said carefully. This is a bad idea. “Is Shadow Milk your real name?”
He tensed, waiting for a reaction. A jab, an insult, maybe a swift exit.
His hand tightened on the staff.
Instead—
Shadow Milk laughed.
It wasn’t the usual sharp-edged, smug kind of laugh. It was looser, but not in a way that suggested ease.
“What kind of question is that?” He dismissed it with a wave, his usual smirk returning. “I can’t imagine having any other name, Vanilly. Shadow Milk fits me, don’t you think?”
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Pure Vanilla's bizzare adventure to find Shadow Milk's real name ft. a lot of instrospection