Flandre Scarlet Day - Today's fireworks are made by her!
Jul 3, 2015 22:31:13 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 22:31:13 GMT
Legends tell...
Of a monster that lives deep within the mansion which walls are colored in scarlet.
Supposedly, the monster can change forms at will, but its more common one is that of an innocent child... Surely, to trick its victims into trusting it.
Its most defining traits are weirdly-shaped wings with crystal shards serving as its feathers... And its eyes. Colored with the blood of its victims, watching them for a milisecond is enough to make you cower in fear.
Its most priced possession is a black wand, stolen from a god that it slaughtered. That wand is its weapon. What it will use to tear you apart.
In older times, its own family had tried to seal it away, fearing its power.
It wasn't enough. The monster escaped, and claimed the life of its relatives, and everyone who lived in the village nearby. It then took the mansion their family owned as its own lair.
As of this day, many brave (or perhaps just simply oblivious) warriors had tried to slain the monster. Shrine maidens, sorcerers, time-controllers, fairies, demons, vampires... Once, even a nurse tried to purify it away.
Their cracked skulls now decorate the monster's bedroom.
Should you, foolish reader, attempt to defeat the monster... Here's how to reach its lair.
Starting from the demolished shrine, walk north.
You'll reach a lake filled with blood-colored mist.
Cross the lake, and you'll soon be staring at the gates of the mansion.
Enter it, and walk down the nearest stairs you'll find.
After that, go straight through the long hallway. It might seem infinite, but press on. Eventually, you'll start feeling the smell of blood.
At the end of the hallway, you'll find a cracked wooden double door, with bloodstains all over it.
Open it, and step inside. You will feel something liquid below your feet, but you will not be able to see anything.
Walk a little further inside the dark room, and eventually, you'll hit something.
At that point, you'll hear a sickening, sadistic laugh.
And soon enough, your head and limbs will be seperated from your body, as a big pool of blood spreads under your feet.
And finally, the doors will slowly close, with that sadistic laugh only increasing and making itself louder.
At that exact moment, you'll have become another broken plaything for her.
"May you rest in peace, little toy ♪".
Happy Flandre Day, Eientei! (And happy independence day for you americans)
