Info: Name- Azurewrath-Call me Azure likes: Mozzarella Fries, Nightshades, Two Time *warming up to them a little but still doesn't trust them* I go by he/him and sometimes they/them I can go from present to past form I just choose not to *my head canon* Story time in notes and credits >:3
I used to spend my days tending to my nightshades, finding peace in the quietness,a quiet escape from the world and the growing intensity of the cult that Two Time and I had joined. We were partners, bound by the belief in The Spawn that the cult worshipped. I never imagined that the cult would consume them so completely. I saw the paranoia set in, but I never expressed my own fears. And before I could react, there it was, the feel of a dagger in my chest, a sacrificial act by Two Time to The Spawn, while I was picking nightshade flowers. The pain was immense, my last words a confused "what have you done-?". Darkness. Then, nothing. I expected an ending. Oblivion, perhaps. Judgement, maybe. Instead, I felt a shift, a cold presence that coiled around what was left of me. There was no light, no warmth, just the echo of Two Time’s betrayal ringing in an infinite void. But the silence shattered. A voice, ancient and resonant, ripped through the emptiness. Not a voice I heard with ears, but one that reverberated in the marrow of my new, incorporeal bones. It was The Spawn. It offered me a bargain, a new purpose, and a chance for... something else. Vengeance, it whispered in the fractured pieces of my soul. Power. I accepted. I had to. My life had been stolen from me in the most intimate way possible. I wasn't going to let that be the end of my story. I emerged from the void, not into the soft light of a new dawn, but into the cold, stark reality of the cult’s sacrificial chamber, the very place Two Time had left me to die. My physical form was gone, replaced by something ethereal and chilling. I was no longer Azure, the quiet botanist; I was a specter, a manifestation of the Spawn’s will, and my own burning desire for answers. I watched Two Time from the shadows, an unseen observer of their descent into madness. They had what they wanted, the favor of The Spawn, a higher rank within the cult. But I could see the toll it was taking. Their eyes, once filled with a quiet companionship, were now haunted, restless. The irony was palpable: they sought peace through sacrifice, while I found a terrible sort of clarity in death. My new existence was a blur of chilling power. I learned to manipulate the shadows, to seep into the nightmares of the cult members. Two Time was my primary target, of course. I visited them every night, a silent, icy presence, a reminder of the life they had so casually snuffed out. I watched as the guilt, fueled by my ethereal touch, started to erode them. The cult grew, their power an infectious blight on the world I once loved. They began to speak of a new ritual, one that would bring The Spawn into the physical realm. That was the line. I may be a creature of this new, dark world, but I wouldn't let them destroy everything. My vengeance would have to wait; a new priority had emerged. Now, I moved through the world unseen , a shadow among other shadows, a ghost in the machine. My nightshades may be dead and gone, but the seed of anger has sprouted , and I'm the harvest...
