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Church of Light, Mauler Temple, and the characters associated with them – Part 1

I thought I was done with all the stuff I had to say regarding the Church of Light, Mauler temple, Antandra, Lucius, and Belinda, but apparently I still have more thoughts on the matter. So here’s a more detailed breakdown of why I think the AFK lore is amazing and nuanced and why I don’t think a single character in the Church of Light or outside of it is objectively morally correct or wrong. And why I don’t think Antandra is as much of a moral authority as people seem to like to think of her. But let’s take it one by one.

This is gonna be a long post, so I’ll be putting it under Keep reading.

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Mehira: I have two main reasons for doing things

Mehira: Number one: spite. Number two: the aesthetic

Mehira: Okay, fine, I lied. Number three: attention

AFK Arena Twitter AU 4 – Mauler edition

The plot thickens

dang when Charles gets crowned chaotic shit's going down

Kohinoor. Mountain of Light. The bloodiest diamond in history.

Legend says it is cursed, a fragment of Ashwatthama's gem, the most fearsome warrior in the Mahabharata who decimated the Pandava camp in their sleep. Krishna tore away this gem and cursed him with immortality, and to suffer from a thousand diseases each second. His moaning is heard in the wailing wind, and the warm yet chilling presence in each Shiva temple.

The gem passed onto the Pandava brothers, who foolishly put it in their crown. Misfortune befell them, as they suffered from depression and agony and loss. They ended up climbing the Himalayas barefoot in a last effort to reach the heavens alive, each brother and their loyal wife falling to their death.

Their grandson Pareekshit had it, and was felled by the snake king Takshaka's venom.

The diamond was lost in obscurity, until it found its way to Ashoka, who coated it with the blood of his brothers and the entire kingdom of Kalinga, finally giving up weapons and embracing peace, horrified by the atrocities of war.

It then went to the Guptas, who succumbed to attacks from the Hunas and Sakas, taking along with them India's golden age.

Numerous kings had it, all tainted by its curse, a part of its bloody legacy.

It reached the Mughals, who encrusted it in their Peacock Throne, losing it within three generations, and inviting the fearsome Nadir Shah Irani, who made the streets of Delhi run red with blood, not sparing even the dogs.

Nadir Shah took it with him to Persia, where he was killed and the diamond wrested from him by Ahmad Shah Durrani.

The diamond passed to Dost Muhammed, who lost much of his territory to Ranjit Singh, the Lion of Punjab. In his arrogance, the young king too took the cursed rock.

The rock spared him, perhaps sensing a man of character, but took out his share on his kith and kin after his death. His sons, wives, daughters-in-law and grandchildren were all killed in a bloodbath, one after one. His youngest wife spent her remaining adult life in abject poverty, fleeing from kingdom to kingdom, her young son wrested from her by the British who anglicized him to the point that he hated his identity as an Indian, a Punjabi and a Sikh.

The British took it with them to England, presenting it to Queen Victoria. Perhaps she thought cutting the diamond might lessen its power, but to no avail. First came her son. Then came her. Then came England's defeats in its colonies, as people rallied around to overthrow their exploitative, abusive overlords. And then came the dreaded Second World War and the ruin of London.

Prudently, the next queen removed the diamond, and placed it in a glass case in a museum proudly, a war treasure. There it lies, the fearsome diamond, enticing people with its innocent look and dazzling light, waiting for its next owner.