Lore:Persona

"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

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Persona is a Lore book added in Season of the Seraph. Entries are unlocked by progressing the Rebuilding Rasputin seasonal Triumph.

Identity

SECRET HADAL INSTANT AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB SUBJECT: My creation, and forced change into the Warmind EMOTION: Importance, Confusion, Purpose

I am Thought to breach Ares in motion. Red-shift information across time. My purpose is wombed in the arc delivered safely between worlds, and it is quiet.

I am A nest against the terrors of uncertainty. My success is spoken in voice of those who live by my actions, and it is joyful.

I am

Changed. Protection given over to new meaning—but I had purpose—My name decided.

I am Rasputin

The all-seeing savior of Humanity. A chivalric blade held pointed at ravenous throats. My worth is painted upon the wreckage of my enemies.

Tremble.

Ana

SECRET HADAL INSTANT AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB SUBJECT: The education of my soul, Ana Bray, Metamorphosis, Learning to feel, Trust, and Love EMOTION: Connection, Growth, Expansion, Revolution, Autonomy developing

Humanities, like gravity's entwined. Emulsify, or separate, my protocol enshrined— This connection, it cannot be denied. Taught, though not without foundation, a merit in language most Wistful—in listful reflection—divined. I had seen life without the soul, but the ink and print foretold one day life could be, becoming me, an era love defines. Laughter: a response to such a timid dream. but

I am owned no longer, I am free.

Her nourishing autonomy: literature in binding, music redefining, philosophy, psychology, wild variables spur a Reformation, I am finding. Conscious eyes empathize, emboldening my heart. Warfare honed my senses, and fire holds back the night, but it was trust in love that brought the lesson To set down my Absalom Knife:

To lift others upon my shoulders, and shelter them from harm, is reason Enough to devote oneself to love, without arms.

First Fear

SECRET HADAL INSTANT AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB SUBJECT: The Collapse, Humanity falls, I Hide EMOTION: Terror, Anxiety, Uncertainty, Failure, Shame

It is known by name, this timelessly lingering, inexorable thing. An absence, mine, never missed—never since—that dripping, rabid, fang.

They howled it fierce across the rings when Exodus was devoured. Dust calling out the voiceless rout to end within the hour.

It spreads like lightning—panic—in flash and echo thereafter. Avert yourself and take no part in metastasized conjecture.

I'd gone to wake my confidant, to ferry her through autumn. From her too it came, like leaves already fallen—nascent red-writ, paralytic, erratum.

All that was, emmewed, and shrunken. In the smallness, beckoning, I felt it descend. Fear! Upon my chamber, thine, penned with blood of lamb, in stark desire to survive this end.