The Black City (Patreon)

I kinda wanna do some writing and just in general non-bnha stuff for like a month (minus the usual like doodle drop once or twice) seeing how well i feel about it this will be part of my new tier im going to make at some point soon (month or 2) anyway buckle up for small story time...
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 It was time once more, the red sky opened its maw, and they descended coated in white flames. A million souls crying out in pain as they sailed the skyline like the distant concept of falling stars. Harmonizing with their new brothers below, a melody of somber wails ringing out till ones' own thoughts wash away...

I touch my new skin recalling centuries past where I too fell from the heavens above

A new flock would pour in soon, to the black capital of Tartarus. Lost souls looking for answers for a way to escape only to find the twin deathbed of hope and ambition.

A capital unmeasurable in its continuous expanse built buy the very land we walk upon a strange black stone disconnect from anything one could compare to back on earth. The very architecture being a design of chaos with vast cultural melding as it branches outward and atop itself.  Ever accommodating for its latest arrivals and eternal tenants. No maps, no meaning, no direction, no significance the only thing of true mention being the endless river phlegethon, ''thy burning waters''. That which gives us sustenance at the expense of past pains never forgotten and a current scorched throat.