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My initiation into the Brotherhood was nothing short of horrific. The elders forced me to witness unspeakable acts of cruelty, pitting brother against brother in a merciless bloodbath. I tried to look away, but the elders held my eyes open, forcing me to confront the darkness within my own soul. In that moment, I understood the true nature of the Brotherhood – we were but pawns in the eternal war between the High Heavens and the Burning Hells.

The air was thick with a palpable sense of dread, as I took my first steps into the crumbling chamber. It had been weeks since I'd heard the whispers, the ones that beckoned me to join the Brotherhood of Blood. I had resisted at first, but the voices grew louder, more insistent, until I could no longer ignore their call. The once-magnificent hall was now a shadow of its former glory, the walls adorned with tattered banners that seemed to weep blood. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows, and the scent of decay hung heavily in the air. The whispers...