Bishop

Lucas Bishop

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓧-𝓶𝓮𝓷

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❝ She's even had some of the professors wrapped around her finger. What's that bitches problem? ❞

𝑯𝒊𝒃𝒂.

-⊳ Traveling Temptress.

--⊳ The Warmest Smile.

---⊳ In Her wake, Viscera,

--⊳ Broken Hearts,

-⊳ and Gnawed Bones.

Then she's onto the next.

| #MVRP |

with tension. Sett reveled in this duality, his joy echoing as he moved between serenity and strength, a child of two realms fully at home. Yet peace is fleeting, and the rift began when his father disappeared.

It struck without sign, a stillness replacing the storm of his father’s presence.

His early days knew balance. His mother’s voice wove tales of redemption, her touch guiding him through quiet meadows where souls slumbered beneath swaying trees. His father shaped him through combat, tempering his spirit in fierce sparring matches atop rugged peaks where the air snapped

his hands roughened by endless battles, his booming laugh shaking the spirits of the unworthy. Their union defied the laws of their kind, a fusion of gentleness and fury that brought Sett into existence amid a grove of falling cherry blossoms, petals drifting in hues of dusk and dawn.

Sett came into being through a forbidden bond. His mother, a Kanmei spirit, glowed with a tender light, her scales reflecting the soft shimmer of a moonlit lake, her songs a balm to wayward souls seeking rest. His father, an Akana specter, stood as a colossus cloaked in blood-red fire,

Instead, he drifts, a spirit split between the calm radiance of Kanmei and the searing wrath of Akana. His essence churns with turmoil, a clash of tranquility and vengeance that resounds through the fog-laden edges of the afterlife, where he prowls, summoning lost warriors to face his trials.

Within the Spirit Blossom realm, a place where the boundaries of life and death blur into a delicate weave of destiny, Settrigh, known only as Sett, exists as a living contradiction. He is neither a shepherd leading souls to peace nor a trickster luring them astray.