Collected Works: Purgatory

Overview

Collected Works: Purgatory is a Forsaken World lore series exploring the Purgatory realm — limbo dimension between life and afterlife where lost souls wander. Theological writings, exorcist accounts, and ghost-witness reports compiled into one volume. Heavy atmospheric content tied to faith and god-system progression.

This article covers the in-world story content, lore beats, and player relevance.

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I opened my eyes to a world bathed in the blood-red light of the setting sun. I stood up, shook my head, and a few drops of blood fell to the ground. Leaning on my rifle, I slowly moved through this land of death.

"Adaya! Adaya! Adaya!" I called with a hoarse voice.

Adaya was my woman, carrying my child. But during the invasion, women could not stand aside. The clan needed warriors, and warriors have no gender.

I walked from one dead body to another.

Finally, I found her. Her eyes were wide open, hands tightly clutching her belly, with a strange expression on her face.

I don't know what her face expressed, I only know that neither Adaya nor the child are here anymore.

I pierced them with a sword and then burned the bodies. Leaving no trace is the iron rule of the squad.

I defended the honor and dignity of my comrades, and it was the last thing I could do for them.

See you in hell, friends.

They rushed at me and took my life just as they did Adaya and my child.

I wasn't afraid because I knew I was leaving this world with my beloved woman and child.

Love

I lie on the bed awaiting death. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

What? Wealth? In my youth, I visited the Smoky Wasteland and bought many things from the local bloodsuckers, and when I returned, I earned a lot of money.

What am I missing? I never wanted to be a warrior and took up magic. In magic, I am neither better nor worse than others. I lack no power.

I think this thought will haunt me even after death. What am I missing?

Family ties? I'm an orphan and never saw my parents. But I was lucky with foster parents, so I have nothing to complain about.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. My friend entered and said, "Lady Catherine wants to see you!"

"Catherine? I don't know her! Anyway, I'm dying soon. Let her in."

My friend nodded and left. Who is Catherine? I tried hard to remember, but to no avail.

I heard footsteps and a woman named Catherine entered the room.

She was my peer. Her face was thin, but with few wrinkles. It was clear she was a beauty in her youth.

"You don't recognize me?" Catherine asked.

What should I say? While I pondered, she continued, "Looks like you don't! Look closer."

I opened my eyes again to take a good look at this woman. Suddenly, I remembered her.

"Kitty?" my voice trembled.

She nodded. And at that moment, I realized what I was missing. I was missing love.

Looking at this woman who once clung to my chest, named Kitty, I remembered how she cried when I left for the Smoky Wasteland. I remembered how I abandoned her in pursuit of magic. Yes, I have everything: money and power. But not love.

"I wronged you!" I said.

"It doesn't matter. I don't hate you," said Kitty, no, Catherine.

"I'm dying soon. I just thought about what I'm missing. You came in, and I realized I'm missing love!" I said sadly.

Catherine looked at me, then quietly said, "It's okay, I'll be with you for all the remaining days."

I nodded, closed my eyes, and peacefully fell asleep.

"Sweet dreams!" I heard Catherine's voice.

About Love

He stands and waits for questions. And someone asked him to talk about love.

He looked at the people, then said, "Love is a chance encounter. It cannot be found, it cannot be directed, you can only be guided by it.

When love calls you, you must follow it, no matter how dangerous and narrow the road may be. Trust love, even if its sincere words may deceive you. Love crowns you, but it can also crucify you.

Love turns you into a fire on dry wood, burning your own body, and once it gets warmth, it leaves only rotten wood. If you want to know love, then do so. Know love and let it hurt you. Be ready to shed blood for it.

Every morning wake up with gratitude for a new day of love. Resting during the day, remember the joys of love. In the evening, praise the gifts of love. In your sleep, pray, because there is a loved one in your heart!"

About Time

He stands and waits for questions. And someone asked him to talk about time. He looked around at those present, then said, "When I speak, everything will already be in the past. When I want to remember the past, my memories will also turn into the past.

We believe in the power of wealth because it can change life. We strive for power because it gives us glory and honor. But we cannot believe in the power of time because it cannot be changed.

History and the past, like a huge mirror, reflect the changing future with unchanging force. We call this mirror 'time.'

We also call the future 'time.' Time is fleeting, uncontrollable, elusive. I want to give you advice: direct hopes for the future with the unchanging power of the past. Or you will destroy yourself."

About People

They are hypocritical and honest, cowardly and brave, cunning and wise, insignificant and great. In general, you can find in them the characteristic of any creature in this world.

These creatures are bipolar: they move with fear on the edge of good and evil.

Currently, on this continent, the number of these creatures is threateningly growing, so their leaders started a war.

The war will reduce their numbers and lead to a new distribution of resources.

A wise race and a wise choice. Do you think the Legion of Storms can defeat them?

I think not. Only they can destroy themselves.

Lost Soul

I have never seen the sun or the moon. I can only go outside at night.

I said "go out," but I don't know how I go out. When I'm conscious, I'm already here, when I'm unconscious, I remember nothing.

I spent several years like this until I met him.

Very beautiful - that's my first impression of him, helpless - that's my second impression.

When I found him, he lay on the sand as if dead. But I saved him and, it seems, fell in love with him.

When he woke up and saw me, he recoiled in fear. I didn't understand what he was afraid of and asked him.

He seemed surprised that I spoke, but became less afraid.

We talked.

Before I had to leave into the darkness, I asked him to leave and said he could come next time.

When I went out next time, that man appeared again.

We talked about many things, he asked a lot. For example, why am I here, do I remember anything.

Every time I went out, he soon appeared too. I told myself, next time I must say that I like him.

The next time came quickly. When I opened my eyes, I heard footsteps again, but it was not one person.

I heard him say: "This is a monster that can talk. If we catch it, we'll get rich!"

"Am I a monster?" I asked myself. Then I lost consciousness. When I went out again, I saw his corpse and the corpses of the people he brought.

I was hurt by his betrayal, but suddenly I remembered my name and understood everything. I am indeed a monster that should not speak, should not love, but should kill.

My name is Desert Priestess.

Mummy

I shook my head. How long have I slept, everything is upside down. While I slept, something happened, probably someone broke into the house and took all the valuables. Like anyone else in my place, I was enraged. I went outside, the sun blinded my eyes.

I covered my eyes with my hand. The thief didn't get far, the tracks on the ground showed me the direction of his escape. I set off in pursuit. No matter what, I'll teach the thief a lesson. Soon I picked up the thief's trail and saw a city. The thief was already entering its gates.

I shouted: "Catch the thief!"

I was surprised that the shout was in a language unfamiliar to me, but the thief and the townspeople already paid attention to me. Excellent, the townspeople will help me catch him. I saw a squad of guards with sharp swords. They let the thief go and headed towards me.

They let the thief go? It's impossible to believe, I need to talk to them. A sword whistled near my ear. My head flew into the air, making several turns.

"Damn mummies!" was the last thing I heard.

Fish

I am a wise fish. Thanks to my wisdom, I am always full, but it also allows me to distinguish the beautiful from the ugly. I am not interested in the wriggling little fish, I fell in love with a girl who comes for water.

I even once blew bubbles for her, trying to express my love, but she remained indifferent.

So I turned to the naga mages. Thus, I took on a human form. I went to the city to confess my love to that girl.

But the city guard blocked my way. He drew his sword and with one stroke cut my body.

I took on a human form, I had a head, arms, legs, but unfortunately, my head was not human, but fish-like, and my body was covered with colorful scales.

Weapon

I once heard that there is a very powerful weapon in this world. I left my wife and children, spent half my life searching, and finally found it.

Burning with impatience, I opened the box with the weapon.

And finally saw it. Unfortunately, I couldn't lift it even in my prime. This weapon was not made for humans.

White Paper

The white paper said it was born white and wants to keep this purity for the rest of its life.

The ink bottle heard this and laughed mentally. The brush, hearing this, did not touch the paper.

This paper remained clean all its life. Clean and empty.

FAQ

Q: Where to find? A: Faith-aligned NPCs (Sanctuary of Sages, faith trainers), exorcist services, religious-themed event drops.

Q: Faith System integration? A: Reading Purgatory entries grants small Shards of Faith bonus — encouraged supplementary reading for faith-progressing players.

Q: Player gameplay impact? A: Lore-curious players unlock minor faith reagent rewards. Mostly atmospheric; not required for any progression.

See Also

• Faith
• Sanctuary of Sages
• Exorcism
• Main site: Class guides