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Devil's Chosen

Walrus9999
The stars are beacons in the sky; they burn ever so bright, illuminating the universe. But with light there must come darkness. The world may seem like a beautiful place shrouded in brilliant light, filled with love and prosperity. But beneath that beauty, there is blood; beneath that light, there is darkness; and beneath that love, there is pain. The central world is known as Clara Astrum, a realm of adventure and mystery. A world full of marvellous sights, towering mountains, and vast oceans. A world where dreams were held, and legends were created. But that was not where I was born. I was born in the world below, the one known as Mortuus Lux, the world of decay. There was no light, no stars; all we had was the flickering heart. I suffered like the rest, I fought to survive, and I evolved by devouring my brothers and sisters. There is no such thing as companionship here, only one's own strength. The weak perish while the strong delay the inevitable. I embrace my demise because with death, I will be free. I embrace life because with every encounter, I shed a thread of weakness. My name is Luna, a demon born in Mortuus Lux, raised in blood and war, and burdened with my own destined death. Join my discord at https://discord.gg/eXdhfCarFd NOTICE: I will be posting this story on other platforms, such as RoyalRoad. Thanks for your support!
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Warcraft: The Light alone cannot save Azeroth

The Light alone cannot save Azeroth. No one can. They whisper these words like gospel, like inevitable truth carved into stone. WHO decided that? Who appointed fate as our master? Who crowned despair as our king? I was once a prince who believed in salvation through obedience. Through the Light. Through duty to crown and clergy. Through blind faith in powers greater than myself. And I learned a bitter lesson: the gods do not fight our wars. The heavens do not bleed for us. But I have shed that weakness like a serpent sheds its skin. Azeroth does not need saviors who kneel and pray. It does not need heroes who defer to prophecy and hope for divine intervention. It needs those willing to seize POWER—the power of conviction, of will, of absolute determination—and wield it without hesitation, without apology, without the paralyzing doubt of lesser men. I have seen what humanity is capable of when we stop asking permission. When we stop waiting for the Light to guide us. When we decide that OUR strength, OUR choice, OUR sacrifice will be enough. So I say this to every soul that hears me: We will not be saved by distant gods or ancient prophecies or the benevolence of forces we cannot control. We will be saved by OURSELVES. By conviction. By the refusal to accept defeat as destiny. By the recognition that WE are the authors of Azeroth's fate. The question is not whether we CAN save Azeroth. The question is whether we have the strength to decide that WE WILL, and to become the warriors, the leaders, the sacrifice that this world demands. That is the path of a true prince of Lordaeron. That is our burden. That is our glory. Of Humanity! This is not the same translation as my other one, New Dawn of Lordaeron. 魔兽:圣光救不了艾泽拉斯
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