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Marasme, Demon of the Lesser Evil, has spoken. Saint-Lazare summoned this demon.
So long have I summoned this demon, day by day, year by year. I drowned in mediocrity. I became a master of excuses.
And to thank you, I will not let you feel any pride.
I forgot the taste of pride. I will never remember, not while I live beneath Satan’s sun.
Now Marasme has named himself. I know what he is.It is time to discover who I am, before my life is wasted utterly.
By Whispers from the Aether. Lost texts, dark poetry, and transmissions from the memory.Marasme, Demon of the Lesser Evil, has spoken. Saint-Lazare summoned this demon.
So long have I summoned this demon, day by day, year by year. I drowned in mediocrity. I became a master of excuses.
And to thank you, I will not let you feel any pride.
I forgot the taste of pride. I will never remember, not while I live beneath Satan’s sun.
Now Marasme has named himself. I know what he is.It is time to discover who I am, before my life is wasted utterly.