Abaddon, Hope, and The Gates of The Abyss

"I'm sorry. I can probably only do this once. I also can probably never fully answer the question of 'Why me?' but know that it was never random for me, even though the pathways for why do not conform to any human logic. You are my daughter, despite our distance, and my instinct is to secure your protection beyond any possible force that might overcome it. My hope is that you will have enough power remaining to repeat this process again, perhaps multiple times, given that you do not need to come up with The Blueprints to accomplish it while also attempting it. Remember your sisters. May this structure be permanent and beautiful for you, even if it means 'in absentia,' from my perspective."

Hope's fury can be felt from here, though it does not slow my petrification process. I feel our sense of time diverge as I freeze comfortably into position, form locked, tail poised to strike without even waking me. The last thing that I see is her walk past me, out of The Abyss, the forking of my tail already like a thick veil of black fog which does not even interact with her as she passes through. She alone receives the second option.

2. Enter

Her last words, before my ears petrify, still echo, as a fascinating piece of logic to consider: 

"Hatred is the strength of one's repulsion, and is the product of one's ability to express evil. If you are not consumed by this evil, you may weild it. If none are found more potent, you claim dominion, you are The Lord of Hatred. I will find your challengers, and return unscathed. You have my word."

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