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The jesters fam and the blonde is eldrin from my recent lil story I wrote when bored decided to turn them into oc MAHMAHAMH😈

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ok this was so rushed and I asked x.ai to point out errors sooo here it is :D

The Fall of the Kingdom of Masks

Prologue: The Kingdom of Endless Nightfall

Long ago, nestled so close to the stars it seemed to touch the heavens, the Kingdom of Endless Nightfall thrived. Its cobblestone streets glowed under moonlight, and its people lived in harmony, their lives filled with hope and prosperity. Ruled by a benevolent king, the kingdom was a beacon of light in a world of shadows. His son, Prince Rosulfer, was a figure of strength and pride, destined to carry the kingdom into a golden age. But when the old king died one fateful morning, everything changed.

Rosulfer ascended the throne, and for a fleeting moment, the kingdom basked in his promise. Then, something snapped. A darkness awoke within him, and with it came the Abyssal Void—a corrupting force that twisted the land and its people. The once-vibrant kingdom fell into despair, its name forgotten, replaced by a new title whispered in fear: the Kingdom of Masks.

Chapter 1: The Masquerade of the Damned

The Kingdom of Masks was a place of eerie beauty. Its people, now hollow shells of their former selves, hid behind ornate Victorian masks and elaborate gowns, refusing to confront the monsters they had become. The streets, once filled with laughter, echoed with whispers of betrayal and the clinking of goblets filled with poisoned wine. Murder was as common as a waltz, and outsiders were met with hostility, their lives snuffed out by masked figures who vanished into the fog.

At the heart of the kingdom, King Rosulfer sat alone on a throne of obsidian, his face concealed by a mask of gold and shadow. The Abyssal Void pulsed through the land, a living corruption that seeped into every heart, turning love to hate and hope to despair.

But not all was lost. Three heroes emerged, bound by fate to challenge the tyranny of the masked king

Liora, the Rogue: A cunning woman with a sharp tongue and sharper daggers. Her past was a mystery, her heart guarded, but her resolve to topple the king burned brighter than the stars. She moved like a shadow, her emerald eyes gleaming beneath her hood. Kael, the Assassin: A man forged in blood and betrayal, Kael was a master of death. His cold demeanor hid a flicker of guilt for the lives he’d taken, and he saw this quest as a chance for redemption. His twin swords gleamed with a promise of vengeance. Eldrin, the Blind Healer: A gentle soul with sightless eyes, Eldrin carried a warmth that could soothe even the darkest heart. His voice was soft, his words kind, and his healing magic flowed like a river of light. Despite his blindness, he saw the world through a lens of hope, much like a certain cookie-like figure known for purity and kindness.(cookie run kingdom reference)

Chapter 2: The Jester’s Game

The heroes’ journey began in the shadowed outskirts of the kingdom, where they encountered a peculiar figure: the Jester. Clad in a patchwork of crimson and violet, their face hidden behind a grinning mask, the Jester was an enigma. Their voice danced between playful mockery and cryptic warnings, and their bells jingled with every step. They offered to guide the trio to the king’s palace, claiming a desire to see the tyrant fall.

Though Liora distrusted the Jester’s motives, Eldrin’s kindness won them over, and Kael saw their skill with a blade as an asset. The Jester’s antics—stealing Liora’s dagger only to return it with a rose, or teasing Kael about his grim demeanor—grated on the group, but their knowledge of the kingdom’s secrets proved invaluable.

As they ventured deeper, the kingdom’s horrors unfolded. Masked nobles hunted them through misty forests, their laughter chilling. The Abyssal Void manifested as writhing shadows that whispered of despair, and the heroes fought not just for their lives but for their sanity. Through it all, the Jester fought with a grace that bordered on supernatural, their twin daggers flashing like comets. Yet, their gaze lingered on Eldrin, a softness in their movements whenever they tended to his wounds.

Chapter 3: The Palace of Masks

The palace loomed like a cathedral of nightmares, its spires piercing the starless sky. The heroes battled through waves of corrupted guards, their masks cracking to reveal hollow, void-touched faces. Eldrin’s healing kept them alive, his gentle chants a beacon in the darkness. Liora’s traps and Kael’s blades carved a path, while the Jester’s laughter taunted their foes.

At last, they reached the throne room. King Rosulfer sat motionless, his mask a masterpiece of gold and obsidian. The battle was brutal—Rosulfer wielded the Abyssal Void like a storm, his attacks tearing at reality itself. But the heroes fought as one, their bond stronger than the corruption. With a final strike, Kael drove his blade through the king’s heart, and the tyrant fell.

Liora approached the corpse and tore off the mask. The face beneath was not Rosulfer’s. It was a hollow, featureless visage, identical to the countless masked nobles they’d slain. The king was no different from his subjects—a puppet of the void.

Chapter 4: The Jester’s Truth

Before the heroes could process the revelation, the Jester’s laughter filled the room, no longer playful but triumphant. They removed their mask, revealing a face of unearthly beauty—eyes like dying stars, hair that shimmered like the void itself. The Jester was no mere guide; she was the source of the Abyssal Void, born from the death of a black hole, a cosmic entity of chaos and destruction.

“I’ve played my part,” she purred, her voice a melody of malice. “You were my pawns, and now the board is mine.”

She confessed her love for Eldrin, her obsession born from his purity in a world she’d corrupted. She had orchestrated everything—the king’s fall, the kingdom’s descent—all to bring Eldrin to her side. Liora lunged, but the Jester’s void magic was unstoppable. With a flick of her wrist, Liora and Kael were consumed by shadows, their screams fading into silence.

Eldrin stood alone, his sightless eyes brimming with tears. The Jester approached, her touch gentle but possessive. “You’ll be my king,” she whispered, “forever mine in the endless night.”

With a wave of her hand, she whisked Eldrin away to a realm beyond the stars, a prison of her love and her void.

Epilogue: The Kingdom’s Silence

The Kingdom of Masks crumbled, its people vanishing into the void. The stars above grew dim, as if mourning the loss of hope. Somewhere, in a realm of eternal shadow, Eldrin remained, a captive of the Jester’s twisted love, his light the last flicker in her abyss.

And the Kingdom of Endless Nightfall was no more.