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He was born a son, raised to be a soldier under the fist of a man who saw weakness in softness, in beauty, in anything that did not fit his rigid mold of masculinity. His father, a fervent Orthodox, carved discipline into his bones, stripped away tenderness, and left him with nothing but anger and the echo of his mother’s kindness. She was the only warmth in his world, the only one who let him breathe. She saw him, not as a “man,” but as a person—free to wear color, to touch softness, to exist without the weight of expectation. Despite the bruises, the punishments, he kept going—not for his father, but for himself. Orthodoxy, in its rituals and icons, brought him solace, a quiet refuge. He prayed for his mother, for himself, for something unnamed. Mother Mary reminded him of her—the gentleness in her face, the unwavering love. He would sit for hours in dim candlelight, whispering prayers meant to protect her, meant to keep them safe. But faith did not save her. When he lost her, something inside him locked. He did the unthinkable, the unforgivable—sin wrapped in justice, in rage, in agony. He made his father suffer, slow and merciless. He left that house stained in blood and silence. But faith did not leave him easily. Years later, in a forgotten box, he found his mother again—her icons, her letters, the remnants of a belief he abandoned. He tried to reclaim it, to kneel, to cross himself, but shame sat heavy in his chest. How could he ask for mercy, when he had killed? When he had bathed in war, taken lives beyond his revenge? When he was not the man he was raised to be, yet not the woman that brought him peace? He still prays, though he does not know if they listen ∘₊✧──────────────────── ✧₊∘ #art #artwork #procreate #digitalartist #oc #originalcharacter #codoc #callofduty #callofdutyoc #sona #persona #yumeship #ghost #ghostsimonriley #codart #selfship #psychopatrolr #ibispaintx #dante #dantebasilio #811 #811game #811dante #fanart #themoneystore #deathgrips #tvgirl #mononoke #queer #feed #fyp #foryoupage #artist #artistsoftiktok #artistsupport #support #engagement #trending #mixedmedia #fandom #slay
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