#السَّرْمَد

کیرم تو ناموس جمهوری اسلامی

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I see him crying

I'm getting try and I need somewhere to begin I came across a fallen tree I felt the branches of it looking at me is this place

Those strppied of the grace of gold , shall perish in messmer's flame.

Messmer the Impaler was never destined for peace. From the moment he was born, he carried a curse that no child should ever bear. Hidden away in the Realm of Shadow by his own mother, Queen Marika, he became a weapon instead of a son—a name whispered with fear, never spoken with love. He marched through endless wars, reduced kingdoms to ash, and bathed the land in crimson flame, believing every sacrifice would one day earn the recognition he had spent a lifetime chasing. Yet that day never came. The serpent coiled within him was more than a curse; it was the reflection of his endless suffering. Every battle drove him further from humanity, every victory left him emptier than the last. The soldiers who followed him worshipped his strength, but none truly understood the unbearable loneliness beneath his armor. He obeyed every command without question, never realizing that the one person he devoted his life to had already abandoned him. When the Tarnished finally reached him, Messmer did not greet them with rage alone—he greeted them with the weight of countless years of silence, betrayal, and isolation. Even at the edge of death, his heart sought only one thing that had always been beyond his reach: "Mother... wouldst thou truly lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light?" It is not the cry of a tyrant. It is the voice of a forgotten child, still hoping that somewhere, somehow, his mother would finally acknowledge him. And when all hope faded, he embraced the very curse he had spent his life trying to contain. "Those stripped of the Grace of Gold... shall all meet death. In the embrace of Messmer's flame." His flames were never simply instruments of destruction—they were the chains that bound him to a fate he never chose. Behind the title of The Impaler stood a broken soul who gave everything for a kingdom that erased his existence from history. Messmer did not die as a monster. He died as a son who spent an eternity waiting for a mother's love that would never come.🤩🤩