u/Old_Lie1947

“Brothers and sisters, what is shadow?"

Many call it emptiness, merely darkness.

They say shadow is merely the absence of light.

But they do not understand.

A shadow is not nothingness.

It is the mark that something stands before the light, a witness to existence itself.

And so we say: the shadow is not empty.

It is the place where existence leaves its trace.

The quiet outline of what is real.

And it is within this place, this space of traces and silence, that our god resides.

Our god does not speak through thunder or blazing light.

Our god speaks softly, through shadow and silence.

When the sun burns the weary traveler, shade offers rest.

When the world becomes cruel, the shadow offers shelter.

When fear hunts the innocent, darkness hides them in mercy.

The darkness of our god is not only the darkness of corruption or evil.

It is the darkness of the womb before birth.

The darkness of sleep before waking.

The darkness of fertile soil where life begins unseen.

Even the brightest flame casts a shadow, and thus even light itself bears witness to our lords.

“Shadow is not the enemy of light. It is proof that light exists.”

Look behind you, and you shall see your companion upon the ground. Your shadow has never abandoned you. From your first breath until your final step, it follows.

So too does our god.

HE is beside us in silence.

Around us in sorrow.

Behind us in fear.

Above us in mercy.

So do not fear the shadows.

For our lord is the shepherd in the shadows,

walking quietly beside the lost,

guiding them where light cannot.

And when the world becomes too heavy,

step softly into our lord shadow.

For there, the gods still wait.”

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(Note: it not the cannon event in my rp lore and only here for fun. I got this idea from my conversation with the darkened sage.)

Before reading this I recommend reading this first to make sense:

https://www.reddit.com/r/LordofTheMysteries/s/WXDvYfHzdf

Now enjoy:

" It's a success, I have successfully become a seq 5 Scarlet scholar."

A tremendous wave of happiness surged through me and a smile forms unconsciously.

But When I looked up again, the moon seemed closer than before.

As if it were watching me.

Then at that moment—

A drop of warm liquid fell from my nose.

Blood.

Then another.

Then more.

My smile froze and My heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

THUMP! THUMP!!

The blood inside the ritual circle began moving.

No…

Not moving.

Boiling.

The Beyonder creature blood wriggled like living organisms, releasing an indescribable stench into the air.

The moonlight above deepened in color.

The crimson moon hanging in the sky suddenly appeared far larger than before.

Something was wrong.

The whispers appeared in my mind intensely.

Knowledge…

Scarlet…

Moon…

Open your eyes…

My vision blurred violently.

The moonlight around me no longer felt gentle.

It felt alive.

Cold crimson radiance seeped into my skin like countless insects burrowing into flesh.

Pain exploded inside my brain.

I staggered backward, clutching my head.

The ritual circle had changed.

The gems representing the moon phases no longer shone in harmony.

Instead, they pulsed chaotically.

Waxing.

Waning.

Full.

New.

The phases overlapped unnaturally as though the cycle itself had collapsed into madness.

“No…!”

My breathing became ragged.

An uncontrollable desire surged from deep within my body.

I wanted knowledge.

Forbidden knowledge.

I wanted to dissect mysteries.

To peel apart spirituality.

To understand the crimson moon itself.

The desire became hunger.

Hunger became madness.

My skin cracked open slightly as scarlet lines spread across my arms like ancient runes.

The whispers turned into screams.

Countless fragmented thoughts flooded my mind simultaneously.

I could no longer distinguish which thoughts belonged to me.

Then—

Clank.

A crimson burst erupted between the potion bottle and my palm.

Space itself twisted.

And I was pulled away.

When I regained consciousness, my mind was eerily calm.

For a moment, I simply lay there, dazed, before slowly realizing I could move again. I forced myself to stand and took in my surroundings.

I was inside a vast, towering dome.

Beneath me stretched an endless expanse of gray fog, extending infinitely in every direction.

Ahead stood an ancient bronze table, long and mottled with age, as though it had witnessed countless eras.

At the far end of the table sat a figure shrouded in dense gray mist, his presence calm yet overwhelming—like someone observing everything from beyond the world itself.

My throat tightened.

“G-Gulp*… what may I call you?” I asked hesitantly.

A quiet voice responded.

“You may call me u/Darkened_Sage… or simply Mr. Fool.”

Don’t tell me he—

A memory surfaced instantly: an entry from the “Record of the Gods” in the Sanguines library, listing the names of divine beings.

And there, unmistakably…

“Are you… the ruler of the Spirit World?”

My heart pounded violently.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

That name wasn’t something a mortal should speak lightly. The presence before me was not human—something far beyond that.

“Hm. That is what mortals call me,” he replied calmly. “But aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

A god.

With every word, the pressure in the air deepened, as though the gray fog itself had come alive and was listening.

Overwhelmed, I quickly answered.

“It… it’s u/Old_lie1957. Thank you for saving me, Mr. Fool. How may I help you?”

“Old Lie…” he murmured. “Your arrival here is fate. I will give you a chance. Become my employee.”

“y- yes?”

I froze, stunned by the words.

He continued as if my shock were already an agreement.

“Good. From now on, you will be in charge of the pharmacy. Now, draw your card.”

Before I could react, several cards appeared before me.

Almost instinctively, I reached out and selected one.

A moon.

A pale, silent moon stared back at me.

“Welcome to the company, Ms. Moon.”

And just like that—

I became part of something far beyond my understanding, still standing in the endless fog, utterly bewildered.

I looked up at the full moon shining crimson light on the world from my garden standing at the center of the ritual circle.

The blood of various Beyonder creatures had turned into dark red patterns around me, forming a massive moon-shaped array.

Different gems and metals rested at specific points of the circle, each corresponding to a different phase of the moon.

“It’s time.”

A cold wind brushed against my face.

Perhaps it was because I loved brewing potions and experimenting with mystical ingredients that I had digested the Sequence 6 Professor potion very quickly.

' Although Father had repeatedly warned me not to rush my advancement.'

But tonight…

“Sorry, Father… but today is the day I become Sequence 5.”

Just thinking about it made my heart pound violently.

After calming my pounding heart, I lowered my gaze toward the crimson potion in my hand.

The liquid inside the bottle was nearly solidified, thick like flowing blood beneath moonlight.

Sequence 5 Scarlet Scholar.

" Father probably still believed I knew nothing about the formula."

Unfortunately for him, I had already known Abt the potion formula and ritual long ago from my mother's dairy and secretly gathered the ingredients through secret gatherings and private trades.

I slowly exhaled.

“Now then… let’s begin.”

I open the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp.

The liquid slid down my throat, At first, there was no taste , only silence.

Then—

My vision distorted.

The garden around me suddenly stretched and twisted like melting paint beneath moonlight.

A strange contradiction assaulted my senses.

My body felt sedated, heavy enough that I could barely move, yet my mind became abnormally active.

Hallucinations flooded my vision

I saw an enormous crimson moon hanging above the sky.

I saw crimson moons splitting apart in the sky.

I saw endless libraries submerged beneath crimson seas.

I saw scholars wearing ancient robes carving knowledge directly into their flesh.

Whispers echoed inside my ears.

My spirituality expanded uncontrollably.

For a moment, I felt as though my emotions were out of control.

Joy became mania.

Sadness became despair.

Desire became hunger.

Everything inside me was amplified beneath the full moon.

The blood around the ritual circle began floating into the air, turning into crimson threads that wrapped around my body like living creatures.

Pain surged through my mind.

No—

Not pain.

Transformation.

Something was trying to rewrite me from the inside out.

Instincts I never possessed emerged within me: the urge to hunt, to wander beneath moonlight, to tear apart flesh with my bare hands, to kneel before the silent crimson moon above.

I nearly lost control.

At that moment, the full moon overhead shone brighter.

The different moon-phase gemstones resonated simultaneously.

The chaotic impulses inside me suddenly formed a cycle anchoring my conscience

Waxing.

Fullness.

Waning.

Silence.

Like tides returning to the sea.

The madness stabilized.

The whispers gradually faded.

And I succeed.

I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.

" It's a success, I have successfully become seq 5 Scarlet scholar."

A tremendous wave of happiness surged through me and a smile from unconsciously.

But When I looked up again, the moon seemed closer than before.

As if it were watching me.

Beloved faithful, listen and keep this truth in your hearts.

Our Lord is the ruler of shadow, flesh, and all that lies hidden beneath the surface of the world. He sees what others refuse to see, and He carries what others cannot endure.

His dominion is not of light, but of depth: degeneration, flesh, darkness, and the unseen truths buried beneath existence itself.

Yet do not mistake His darkness for corruption alone, for within Him lies a sacred purpose unknown to the unworthy.

And We are the innocent lambs of His flock. We are not always strong, not always wise, but we are always watched over.

For the Lord is also the Shepherd who watches over His people with unfailing love.

He leads us through dark paths, not to harm us, but to guide us safely beyond them.

His voice calls us back when we stray, and His presence steadies us when we fear.

He takes upon Himself the weight of our sins so we may walk without being crushed by them.

In His care, what is heavy becomes bearable, and what is broken is given the chance to be restored.

He is the Shepherd in the shadow, and we are His lambs in His keeping.

He guards us, guides us, and never lets us walk alone.

And when all roads seem to lead only toward despair and the end, through His sacrifice we shall be granted absolute hope. A hope beyond fear, beyond suffering, beyond even darkness itself.

For our Lord teaches us this sacred truth:

that even in shadow, there can be mercy;

even in decay, there can be renewal;

and even at the end of all things, hope may still be born..

So trust in Him. Walk in His path. Stay close to His voice.

Praise the Lord( u/Ezcu123)

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Ladies, gentlemen, and anyone between or beyond them

Today I bring the first batch of potions and perfumes for sale.

Potions:

Health Potion — $1,200

Accelerates the regeneration of injuries.

(Not effective against lost limbs or terminal illnesses.)

Spirituality Potion — $850

Speeds up the recovery of spiritual energy and mental exhaustion.

Fire Breath Potion — $2,500

Grants the ability to breathe fire for 10 minutes.

Growth Potion — $300

Accelerates plant growth by approximately one month.

Clarity Potion — $450

Places the mind into a calm, focused state for 30 minutes.

Shadows Potion — $4,000

Allows the user to travel using shadows as a transportation medium for the duration of half hours.

Solar Water Potion — $1,500

Highly effective against undead and vampire-type enemies.

Underwater Breathing Potion — $2,000

Allows the user to breathe underwater for 1 hour.

Invisibility Potion — $25,000

Makes the user completely invisible for 30 minutes.

Anti-Smell Potion — $180

Eliminates body odor and personal scent completely.

Anti-Dream Potion — $700

Prevents the effects of Dream Pulling and dream-based interference.

Tentacle Growth Potion — $6,500

Allows the user to grow controllable tentacles from their flesh for 1 hour.

Love Potion — $4,000

Causes the drinker to feel emotionally attached to the first target they see and obey many non-dangerous requests for 10 minutes.

(Does not work on demigods.)

Perfumes

Animal-Friendly Perfume — $250

Makes animals friendlier and more trusting toward the user.

Rotten-Corpse Perfume — $120

Produces the scent of a decaying corpse.

Special Notice:

Members of the Spirit World and believers of the Church of Aurora Order receive a 25%- 30% discount on every item.

This is the 2nd time I have seen my double.⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..

Rejoice, for a new divine light has risen upon the world.

Our lord has ascended.

He Who walks within Shadow and Darkness.

He Who governs Degeneration, Mutation, and the Hidden Truths of Flesh.

He Who bears Sin so that mankind need not perish beneath its weight.

He Who embraces Sacrifice so that Hope may endure beyond despair.

Though His form is vast and fearsome, His Will is merciful.

For He does not turn away from the flawed, the sinner, the burdened, or the fallen.

Instead, He gathers all suffering Upon Himself and offers sanctuary beneath His Shadows.

Through His divine authority, transformation is not shameful, but sacred.

Through His grace, no soul is beyond redemption.

Through His sacrifice, even the darkest night may give birth to hope.

Therefore by faith and witness, the church of Aurora order is hereby establishes.

Its doors shall remain open to all: the weary, the outcast, the wounded, and those who seek peace from the burdens they carry alone.

Here, none shall be condemned for their scars.

Here, no sincere confession shall be met with rejection.

Here, all may find refuge beneath the embrace of the True God.

Let the faithful walk without fear.

Let burdens be shared.

Let hope persist even where light has failed.

And when the world trembles before darkness,

we shall remember:

The Shadow shelters all.

May the gaze of Our Lord guide us.

May His shadows shelter us.

May His sacrifice grant us strength eternal.

"Praise the lord"

Honorific name of our lord:

He who possess knowledge of countless secret

The embodiment of the filth and degeneration of all living beings

The master of the world of shadow Ezcu123

Got curious after seeing the previous female-to-male ratio poll.

There seem to be quite number of female members who are popular and prominent in the subs.

So, who are some of the well-known male and female members in these subs?

The crimson moon hung low in the night sky, staining the world outside my window in shades of blood-red light. Its glow seeped through the curtains of my chamber within our mansion—a grand estate befitting a noble house.

Inside my room, the scent of herbs, alchemical powders, and burning oils filled the air as I carefully observed the suspicious crimson liquid swirling inside a crystal vial.

Knock. Knock.

I frowned.

“Who is it?”

“It is Sebas, Young Lady.”

I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

“Sebas, what is it? If it is not urgent, then do not disturb me.”

I returned my attention to the potion before me, adjusting the flame beneath the cauldron. However, Sebas spoke again from behind the door.

“Young Lady, the Master is calling for you.”

I paused mid-motion.

Father? Why is he calling me now? He should know how much I hate being interrupted during my experiments.

Suppressing my irritation, I walked toward the door and opened it.

Standing outside was Sebas, the head butler of our household. He appeared to be an ordinary middle-aged man at first glance, yet his crimson eyes betrayed his true nature.

A Sanguine.

“Understood. Let us go.”

Without another word, we began walking through the mansion’s long corridors. The moonlight filtering through the tall windows painted the marble floors crimson.

As we walked, curiosity slowly crept into my mind.

“By the way, Sebas, do you know why Father summoned me?”

“I am afraid I do not know, My Lady.”

“Hm. Never mind, then.”

The corridors were lined with servants who immediately bowed the moment they saw me pass. None of them were human. They were blood servants—followers converted by Father himself.

After several minutes, we arrived before the doors to Father’s office.

Sebas gently knocked.

“Master, the Young Lady has arrived.”

A calm voice answered from within.

“Let her in.”

Sebas opened the door for me before silently stepping aside.

I entered alone.

The office was dimly lit, illuminated only by the crimson moonlight and a few flickering lamps. Behind a large desk sat a handsome man who looked no older than twenty-eight or twenty-nine.

Black hair.

Crimson eyes.

An overwhelming presence.

My father.

One of the few Sanguine Marquises in existence.

“So,” I said bluntly, “why did you call for me, Father?”

Father sighed while rubbing his forehead.

“You are as blunt as ever, my dear daughter. I have told you countless times to keep etiquette in mind.”

I frowned slightly.

“If you called me here just to lecture me, then I am leaving. I still need to continue my experiment.”

He let out another tired sigh.

“Sigh... Can a father not wish to spend time with his daughter? You have locked yourself inside your room for months now. We have not spent time together as a family for—”

“I am leaving.”

I immediately turned around before he could continue.

“W-Wait! I was joking. I will get to the point.”

I stopped and glanced back at him.

“Well?” I asked impatiently.

A smile appeared on his face.

“I wanted to give you a gift.”

“A gift?”

“Yes.”

He reached beneath his desk and placed a small ornate box into my hands. Then he looked at me expectantly, his eyes practically sparkling as if urging me to open it immediately.

I could not stand that look.

With a sigh, I tore open the wrapping.

Inside the box was a glass bottle filled with an unfamiliar liquid.

It resembled a crimson moon dissolving into water—the center dark and deep like coagulated blood while the outer layers shimmered with scarlet brilliance.

The moment I saw it, my eyes widened.

T-This... Don’t tell me...

My heartbeat—normally slow due to my Sanguine nature—began to quicken.

“Father... This is...?”

“Surprised?” he asked proudly, clearly waiting for my reaction.

“It is a Sanguine Baron advancement potion. I obtained it after quite a bit of effort from the other Sanguines.”

My breath caught.

A Sanguine Baron potion.

The very thing I had been seeking for years.

“T-Thank you, Father...” I muttered softly, unable to completely hide my excitement.

He looked extremely pleased with my reaction.

“Oh, and it has already been some time since the potion was prepared. You should drink it now before it loses its properties.”

“Understood.”

Without hesitation, I uncorked the bottle.

I had already mastered the powers of my current rank long ago. There should be no danger.

At least, that was what I believed.

The moment the liquid touched my throat, an intense burning sensation spread through my entire body.

My vision blurred.

A violent madness surged from deep within me—a primal urge to destroy everything around me.

For a moment, the impulse nearly consumed me.

But I endured.

I clenched my teeth and suppressed the madnesses.

Slowly... the violent sensation faded.

Clarity returned.

And within my body, I felt it.

A new power.

“So this is...”

“Congratulations, my dear daughter.”

I lifted my gaze toward Father.

He was smiling warmly.

“From this moment onward,” he declared proudly, “you are now a Sanguine Baron.”

And thus, on the night of the crimson moon, I successfully advanced to the rank of Sanguine Baron.