Reuploaded from Spotify. 

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"GOODWILL..." It's mechanisms roared. It was like a jet engine, it powered on. "YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE A GIFT...?" It trembled it's head to the left, like a cutesy way of stating it saw her, eerily eyeing her veins. "BUT YOUR BLOOD... SHALL BE A SACRIFICE TO THE GODS OF MY OLD." Aniyah held a firm stance. He mocked her, laughing deliberately in anger and resentment. "YOU THINK YOU SUPERCEDE THEM, DON'T YOU...?"

Atonement roared in laughter, his newfound fungus minions, soulless beings no longer abominations cheering him on. "I FIND THE BEST CREATION IS THAT OF WHICH IS RULED. YOUR GOD... GIVES YOU FREE WILL, WHAT LOVE IS THAT?" Aniyah raged, "You think you know a lot of my God, huh?" She stepped forwards, "How do you, a relentless pile of rotting flesh think you KNOW what the God of creation and peace, the GOD of war thinks? Foolish! You know nothing, and if you did, you would have attempted to kill something invisible!"

Atonement held a firm, bitter look, "VERY WELL, THEN..." He positioned his hands as if "you can't touch me." He opened his mouth, "YOU CANNOT DEFINE TRUE ATONEMENT, NOR CAN I... LET US HAVE ONE LAST REMATCH!" Aniyah equipped her armor once more, garnering her sword which had a new glow, more potent before from an amulet positioned in its center.

"Let's prove which god is stronger, then. YOU, OR HIM!" The fungi-creatures laughed at Aniyah. She was overcome with rage. Atonement stepped off his throne, donning off his crown. "AND FOR MY ACT, I WILL SHOW HUMILITY. MY PEOPLE, WATCH YOUR HUMBLE KING DESTROY THE ARROGANCE OF THIS 'QUEEN OF REALITY'."

They all cheered him on.

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Continuing Atonement's story arc.

CRIES OF PERIL

Reuploaded from Spotify. 
"It's engine roared in the moonlight."

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Atonement stood before Aniyah, stomping and throwing projectiles the size of grand boulders. Aniyah sliced through them all. With a fatal throw, Aniyah was knocked off her feet. The roar of chatter and cheer to Atonement was so loud Aniyah couldn't think straight. After some hefty thinking, Aniyah decided to call Kingdom's Throne out.

The glimmer of an Angel's light surpassed the dark of the cavern, and all of the fungi were numbered. So many and so frequent the eye couldn't tell them apart. They all looked the same. There were supermassive spiders on the walls, eyeing as bodyguards for Atonement.

"Aniyah, my beloved one, let us destroy this machine with ease." The fungi shuddered at the holy light of an angel, and Atonement trembled, "WHO WOULD YOU BE, ANGEL OF THE MOST HIGH? WOULD YOU JOIN US?" Kingdom's Throne giggled, "I'll have one thing situated now." KT looked past Atonement's body of metal, into his SOUL. "You are not your own master, nor the master of 'your people'." KT hovered to Atonement, unsheathing his sword from it's holster. It was magically crafted, able to be withdrawn several hundred feet. It was a sword for an Angel. Something told in folklore. "And I assume that you wish to fight me?" Kingdom's Throne was nineteen feet tall, twice and a half that of a human being. He easily stared the beast down. "And what have you if my God were have instructed me to end you here?" Aniyah shunned at KT. "No, NO! I need a fair fight!" KT eyed her, he stepped back in reverence and humility. "Very well." Aniyah sighed, "if I'm on the verge of death, heal me. But if I am outnumbered, protect me... Understood?" KT nodded.

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N/A

The Machine's True Atonement

Reuploaded from Spotify. 

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(This is meant to feel out of place...)
(It's endgame content for Release III.)

She moved, her elegance, the grace of her eyes locking onto Jasper. "So, divinity's greatest feat... You're perfect, Jasper Duskfiel." She giggled, smiling briefly. It seemed as if the world had faded, the room filled with black light; She seemingly can distort reality!?

"Very well, Duskfiel. I won't accomplice you... Seems you can't handle a woman of my strength." Jasper smiled, giggled, and shook his head. "You really thought you did something there, didn't you, Annabelle?" Annabelle blushed heavily. "Y-You... S-Said my name?" Jasper rubbed his face non-chalant. "Yes. I did." Annabelle placed her hand on her heart. She smiled. "That's good... If you hadn't I would have stitched your bones to your soul."

She giggled, Jasper placed his hand over his eyes in disappointment. "Very well, Annabelle. You want something? Ask me and maybe I'll give it to you." Annabelle smiled mischievously. "Oh, my beloved Jasper... I want ONE singular date with you." Jasper looked disgusted, but after consideration, he said he MIGHT grant her request.

"Sure... Seek and ye shall find; Knock and it will be given unto you." Annabelle jumped up and down with excitement. Suddenly they were walking. And before Jasper knew it, the world around him had already changed to a dancing court. A song began playing on the speakers. It felt ethereal, as if you were awake during a lucid dream, something you'd get from a fever.

"What the hell...?" Annabelle smiled excitedly. "Oh Jasper..." She held him and hugged him tightly. She seemingly was mushy. "I really adore you...~" Jasper was doing his best to hold himself from vomiting. "S-Sure..." Annabelle let go and took him to eat "food."

After a while of the same gag jokes... Annabelle walked forwards, suddenly The Realitarian Mantle formed to it's true origin. Turns out Annabelle can mend the world around her... "So, what did you think?" Jasper scoffed... Despite being so sick, he really started to appreciate Annabelle. After all, she is extremely lonely.

"It was... Nice." Jasper replied softly. Annabelle was incredibly satisfied with her newfound crush. "As you should be... After all, a rockstar needs their drummer." Jasper laid it out flat, "No. They don't... You just want me because you know my secrets. I'm honored the star of The Lost & Redeemed is in love with me, but you also know my prophecy."

Annabelle's eyes shot wide, heart shattered. "Y-YEAH...." Comedically enough, this was the final time for a little while before Annabelle would re-join the group. She wasn't done yet.

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Annabelle is super witty, huh? You should see her when she's angry... There are some clues to her powers in here. "Seek and ye shall find..."

Annabelle Goodwill's Funk Anthem

(Replaces "HEAVENLY STRINGS", which was added in Release II as an extra.)

Reuploaded from Spotify. 

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The terrain was unstable. The floor was shaking, trembling beneath ancient latticework and half-remembered simulations, like a stage refusing to forget the performance it once lain on hearts. "So this is it...? Jasper... You're better than this." Aniyah stepped lightly, her boots crushing holographic debris, light flickering at the seams of reality being strung like a distortion. This place, "Realitaria Inc.", had no laughter in it. Only silence, carved into stone by something greater. Jasper was waiting... He would show Aniyah why he's so mysterious, mostly, for today.

Jasper stood at the core of the arena. Unmoving. Not defensive, not even alert — just there, as though he had always been part of the architecture. His sweater, now ripped and battered due to his insatiable anguish, swept softly behind him, hands still in his pockets, face unreadable. A calm tethered to something unspoken.

"Why do you do this to me, Jasper?" Aniyah said. Jasper eyed her softly... “I needed something potent,” he replied, "Something so potent it overcame the voices of my mind." His voice was like falling glass. A soft, precise, and absolute resonance.

Aniyah could feel it, the low hum of buried divinity, the kind that doesn’t rise with rage, but with memory. He wasn’t showing her his power. He was strategizing how hard he should take his strength towards Aniyah.

“Atonement was so powerful, right?" she said. “You did nothing to help, that is until I nearly died.” Jasper looked slouched, his emotions getting the best of him “No.” Jasper’s head tilted slightly, not in denial — but in disappointment. “I allowed it.”

A rupture cracked across the floor, illusionary lights surged in a rainbow-esque pattern from underground conduits. With the surrounding area succumbing to Jasper's presence, it noticed him. It had a mind of it's own. Simulated gravity warped. An old defense mechanism woke up. Although, not from him, but because of him. It were as if the maker of this divine format recognized its creator.

“You still don’t understand,” he murmured. “You were never meant to stop me. You were meant to see me.” Jasper paused... “But I won’t let you continue.”

Aniyah looked down. "I know... You never do." Aniyah and Jasper took a long pause, gently. It was a clash of love and hatred. Then, for the first time, Jasper stepped forward. He walked, slowly, deliberately, like a shadow coming to life. His very notation screamed danger. Aniyah's heart throbbed in fear.

“So let’s make this grand,” he said, gaze narrowing. “For the sake of The True Reality.” Jasper finally broke his facade. He mentioned the thing Aniyah needed to know he noticed. This confirmed who he was to her... And she took it very seriously.

"Fine. Have it your way." She began to unsheathe her sword. "Let's have a spar, will we...?" Aniyah flirted with him. "Because my husband wouldn't deserve me if he couldn't beat me." Jasper giggled. "Sure... Say it that way."

The fight had already begun.

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The climax of Release III, something that's happening to signify great change in these two.

Clown Factory (Vs. Jasper Duskfiel)

Note that the languages provided here may not be the best or most accurate. I tried my best lol.

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Θεοὶ ἐψεύσαντο καὶ ἐπέσαν
deos mendaces confregit
אלים שקריים נשברו מפניו
偽りの神々は彼の前に倒れた
تهشمت آلهة الكذب تحت قدميه
ᚷᛟᛞᛋ ᚹᚨᛉ ᛋᛚᚨᛁᛖᛞ
occisor falsorum sum
“I am the slayer of lies.”

"WHERE AM I WHENEVER YOU'RE NOT LOOKING?"
"DECIPHER THIS, PEOPLE... I AM BUT A FRAGMENT."
"A MIND THAT CANNOT BE PERCIEVED; EVERY WHICH WAY."
"I TURN, I CHURN, I AM THE CREATOR OF GODS..."
"AND I BREAK THEM. I BEND THEM. AND I CRUMBLE THEM."
"CRY UNTO THEM, WHOM WILL ANSWER?"
"SURELY NOT ME."
"FOR I AM STANDING ON THEIR REMAINS."

- Jasper Duskfiel... It's about time we learn who he truly is.

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This track is not like normal songs. In fact, it incorporates a new secret fragment of Jasper into the physical world.

The CD’s are his likeness made into seven different forms. All seven are symbolic.

CD3: Realitarian Rage

WHAAAAT??? Release IV!? Yeah... Just got the idea for the TWO main villains. Enjoy.

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"Oh, what's that?", her exquisite profile unforseen. She was a force of nature, The Atonement Machine stood no chance to a woman of her caliber. Standing past several feet tall, slightly bigger than Atonement (as described by various sources), she was the bane of his existence. A natural pest waiting to "squish the bug."

"A pest in my ruins? Hmm, I see. What an investigative one you are." Aniyah stood eyeing her with a smug look. Her heart was rotting just hearing this woman speak. She was richer, famous, more powerful than anyone she had ever seen. If she had a name... No... She wouldn't, she's too "important" for that.

Aniyah stood very solemn, waiting patiently for the woman to stop nagging. She was getting tired of the belittlement. Words like "You're so precious... For a fly stung in horse shit." Or, "Your blonde hair suits you... Yet the importance of you is worse than a fly." Lady Divinity was a solemn woman which looked horrific. Her face a blotch upon the canvas, a smile the quirk of a demon. And the eyes of a pelted coat ragged and ripped, almost as tyrannical as Bartholomew himself.

"That look... You must think I'm some BEAST! Guards!" Aniyah stood strong, faith equipped in her pocket at this point. "Who do you think you are?"

Lady Divinity eyed Aniyah. "A QUEEN AND MONARCH. Know your place." She spat when she talked, it were like the result of a hybrid licked the rum of a barrel of whiskey. A barnacle on the bottom of a boat. She was hideous. Aniyah giggled, "Sure. And know your stench is smelt from roads unpaved." Lady Divinity stomped into the ground, her feet crushing the floorboards of the olden castle. She had a long, yellow dress, something laced with gold. She was a failure of her type.

She wasn't the greatest tool in the shed, but what was even worse was her husband. "Sire Enthrepellow". He was a jest waiting for the onslaught of hell itself. You get the jist.

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SUPER inspired by Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil: Village. This is more "Little Nightmares" like, this release focuses on some horror elements. Less happy tones, while Release V will be more "happy." Enjoy this info. I may start making more tracks for future chapters than focusing on one chapter.

Lady Divinity

Updated 5/2/2025 to give more fluidity.
Vocal version very soon.

In the climax of the chapter, Aniyah & Jasper finally realize the burdens they've carried for so long. In a deep and intimate moment, the two rekindle their fire for each other. They realize they can't do things separate from now on.

Jasper finally realizes the damage he's doing to Aniyah by following his own agenda. While still warring with an Angel named "THE GRANDMASTER", his inner turmoils are shadowed by Aniyah's goodwill. Her love outreaches the depths of Grandmaster's clench.

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--- (CONTAINS RELIGIOUS IMAGERY.)

"Your love is everything Jasper..." Aniyah began weeping. "How could you love such a monster as me...?" Jasper walked up gently, eyeing her with burdens no world could bear. "You're not worthless. You're called." Jasper eyed her with adoration, "And God knows that."

"You're not weak."
"You're not forgotten."
"All you need is his eyes on you."
"And when the world can't bear your name here..."
"They'll shout it from the mountains."

Aniyah looked up at Jasper, tears forming from her eyes. Jasper pulled out a cloth he always kept. It was his mothers. "Here." Jasper wiped her tears, she began sobbing more, and clenched onto Jasper.

"How can you love such a wretch as me?" Aniyah stated, barely holding on to her tears once more. She couldn't bear the pain.
"Because you're more than what you seem."
"You're the prophecy, the QUEEN OF REALITY."
"And sometimes even the son of God himself wept."
"So who's saying you're TRULY worthless?"
"Who, hypocrites?"

Jasper lifted her face to his, gently wiping her eyes.

"Sometimes, God uses the most unseen vessels to carry the burdens of the world."
"That's why Christ, in our theology, was crucified."
"For the pain we had to endure, he took up the penalty of our wrongs, our sins."
"So why should we fear what man says?"
"I script to you, if GOD is for us, what can MAN do unto us?"

Aniyah eyed Jasper. "You always had a way with words."
Jasper eyed her lovingly. "And you always had the best ice-cream..."

The two shared the precious moment together gently.

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So if you know me... you know I have a huge heart. This is the piece left out, the piece I had to wait to write into flesh. The being that needed time to form. This is my latest piece of my soul. The one crying the most.

I inspired this song by an "industry standard" composition method. To make something catchy is to have everything crystal clear. I did that with this song.

I really don't expect this song to blow up. But it's the thought that by sheer chance... One day I'll be granted my wishes for recognition. I'm not holding back now. I've seperated myself from UT/DR completely. I hope everyone can understand. I never had a hate, it's just I'm ditching old worlds for new beginnings.

Through The Currents And Honey (Instrumental Ver.)

Lyrics by me. 
Contains Religious lyrics and views, viewer discretion advised.

Original Song: https://soundcloud.com/oceanturn/willpoweredscent

I don't feel like writing the lyrics down here... Just listen attentively lol.
This description won't follow the rest, it's just an extension of the origin.

Through The Currents And Honey (Vocal Ver.)

This is currently mastered/mixed in about 2 days. Adding more onto it, and also the song may be longer, not sure. I have been taking the time to professionally create this.

Every project is bigger, every ambition is higher... This is Jasper Duskfiel's power. Get to know it.

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"ARE YOU READY?!" Annabelle shouted in her distortional voice... Seems Annabelle wasn't taking things too light this time. Jasper Duskfiel stood before her speakers. What he didn't know was that Annabelle is a queen of darkness, and the empress of sound design.

"And what have we here?" Jasper eyed her solemnly, his eyes creepily haunting her soul. She bit her tongue, "I see... Vague are we? Here to slay me?" Annabelle positioned the lights to Jasper. "WE HAVE A GOD SLAYER HERE, FOLKS! BOO HIM!" Everyone began spitting near Jasper's feet. Jasper smiled wide... His eyes folding before the mantle of reality. It seems Jasper doesn't take too lightly to ridicule. He's had too much of it from his mother.

"FINE, be that way!" Jasper closed his eyes, and within seconds... As Annabelle looked away, he easily disappeared. Annabelle distorted the realitarian plane. "Hiding in sheer power, who is this man?" Annabelle felt immense fear. Jasper appeared behind her, Annabelle realizing this, it was too late, all she could do was pray and hope. Jasper withdrew his hand from his pockets, and before light could reach him, he had already knocked Annabelle seventeen feet forwards with a singular weak punch. She toppled like a car crash victim, falling to the floor nearly unconscious.

"Be aware... Annabelle. No person, no man... Is safe from God's wrath. And with it..." Before Jasper could muster another word, he held his face, screaming uncontrollably, he warred mentally out of nowhere. "A-AAAGH!"

Annabelle got up, brushing off the dust, she shook off the pain. "You really want to beat someone equal to you...?" Jasper began falling to the floor... Whatever it was that toyed with Jasper's mind, wasn't the work of Annabelle.

"Very well... Cry like a bitch." She walked up to him, pulling out her fabled machete. The crowds had already nearly evacuated, but in the midst was Aniyah, mortified. "Y-You..."

Jasper, with a snap, all of reality bent before his fingertips. The mantle broke the boundaries of Annabelle's distortion. He controlled all things, in a solemn drunken pain, he agonizingly destroyed Edwill's hard-earned arena built for Annabelle, but not beyond repair.

"Y-YOU FUCKING BEAST!" Annabelle screeched, fearing her life. She saw the raw, limitless power of Duskfiel... Jasper stood up after warring with his inner turmoil. He looked carniverous at Annabelle, she ran for life. Aniyah swooped down and stood before Jasper, equipping her full armor. "I don't want to do this, but I assume I must." Jasper began panting, he didn't want to fight his soon-to-be wife. "G-GO! A-ANIYAH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Aniyah held her stance, strong. "Not even in the face of hell itself will I turn from my God." Her hand drew forward, and with a singular blunt hit, knocked Jasper behind and through the wall, breaking his pride and reducing the strange force's control over him.

"Shall we continue?" Aniyah, in this state, was crying, tears seething from her face. "And... A-Annabelle... I forgive you." Aniyah stated this as she sobbed... The fight was over... Jasper was unconscious. No man would ever hurt him, nor any woman. But if it were one person, he would allow Aniyah. The only person who disciplined the Mighty Duskfiel was his bride.

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Inspired by Mick Gordon. When Annabelle is in her shows, she is ruthless, brutal, and hateful. Jasper knows this, which means he doesn't take the dishonesty too well.

DUSK INCARNAVILOUS - (Bonus)

Something tells me the drums I'm using are too good.

The screeching & also meowsynth within the song represents Atonement's canonical voice. There are moments of "air" that symbolize his breaths. He's NOT a joke, but maybe he's lightwork to a spiked-hair freak...

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“WHO DARES APPROACH?” Atonement’s voice boomed, metallic and earth-shaking, like the scream of a dying star. His plated form towered over the field, chest glowing with pulsating blue veins, gears churning beneath fractured armor.

Behind him stretched a vast army, thousands of miniature machines, spider-legged, beetle-shaped, and horned, crawling across the battlefield like a living sea of iron and glass. Their red eyes flickered in unison, their metal jaws clicking hungrily.

At the edge of this mechanical host stood a lone figure. Jasper Duskfiel. Calm, silent, his hands resting loosely at his sides, eyes half-lidded, watching without fear.

“I HAVE SILENCED TITANS,” Atonement roared, his voice splitting through the ranks of his army like thunder, “CRUSHED THE ALTARS OF GODS, DROWNED THE WORLD IN THE BLOOD OF MACHINES. YOU CANNOT STAND ALONE AGAINST THE ENGINE OF JUDGMENT.”

Jasper slowly lifted his gaze, his spiked hair shifting slightly in the wind. His expression remained steady, composed — not smug, not arrogant, but unshakably resolved.

“You believe your numbers matter.” His voice was soft, yet it carried with unnatural clarity. “But you do not yet understand… the strength you stand against is not bound by the limits of distortion or numbers.”

Atonement snarled, raising one massive arm, which split and reformed into a cannon brimming with quantum energy. The miniature machines surged forward, a tidal wave of metal fangs and claws.

But Jasper exhaled slowly — and with that single breath, the ground fractured.

In a flash, the swarm stopped. The machines froze mid-strike, their eyes dimming, limbs twitching erratically as invisible forces pulled at the threads of existence itself. The very air around Jasper bent and folded, like glass softening under impossible heat.

Atonement’s internal systems screamed in red alert. “What… what are you doing?!”

Jasper’s eyes opened fully now, glowing with a radiant, golden pulse. “I am not here to fight you, Atonement. I am here to overwrite the lie of your dominion.”

Atonement’s towering form stumbled, the army behind him collapsing into stillness, their forms flickering between presence and void. “This… this is not possible… I am the culmination of the divine machine… I am-!”

Jasper raised a single hand, fingers slightly curling, and the very fabric of Atonement’s reality peeled away like fragile paper. Entire fleets of miniature machines disassembled, drawn upward into light as if rewritten from existence. Atonement’s massive frame cracked, gears falling loose, panels crumpling inward, caught in a suspension between time and space. He didn't die, but something held him by his heart. It was Jasper's WILLPOWER.

“You were powerful,” Jasper said quietly, sorrow faintly flickering in his voice, “but there is no power that outpaces the will of God.”

From a distant rise, Annabelle watched with wide eyes, trembling. For all her mastery of sound and distortion, she knew now, deep in her core. Jasper Duskfiel was something else entirely.

As Jasper lowered his hand, the field fell into silence. He stood alone, his breath slow, his shoulders tense, carrying the crushing weight of victory that was never a triumph, but always a burden. Atonement stood motionless, breathing slowly.

"So much for a God, hm?" Jasper mocked him. "Come back when you're my equal." Jasper spat at him as he walked forwards. Atonement's throat screeched in agony.

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Inspired by Mick Gordon's DOOM: Eternal Soundtrack. We hate corporate greed, but we love the man who gave us a taste of songs to what it'll be like to rip it from their hands one day.

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Atonement Of The Machine's Bloodshed - (Bonus)

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