PureMilk / ShadowVanilla !

"Ahh, welcome, welcome! Why the surprised look? Oh, but we've met before, or have you forgotten? For I am the shadow living in your soul—a lie!" What could have happened to this Cookie, once heralded as the Fount of Knowledge, that made him become the Master of Deceit. Eons ago, when Earthbread was still young, the radiance of Knowledge was born to bless all that was with meaning. Yet, in the shadow cast by this light, dwelled its twin, Deceit. With time, all those disenchanted with the bitter Truth turned their eyes to the alluring tapestry of lies spun by the silver-tongued trickster. Masterfully juggling truths and falsehoods on the scene of a whimsical shadowplay, Shadow Milk Cookie has perfected his craft of shattering beliefs of the most stoic in a myriad of treacherous reflections. Applause, applause! It is time to raise the curtain, for the show to plunge the world into never-ending chaos is about to begin..."

Shadow Milk Cookie is a spindly, average height Cookie with powder blue dough and two differently colored eyes: one cyan right eye with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and one cerulean left eye with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. About his right eye is a pale blue, claw-shaped scar. He has white locks of hair near his face—two that fall against his forehead and one slicked back—azure curled sidelocks, and glossy, sharp, long hair in a dual-toned shadow and lapis style that resembles the extents of a jester's hat. Hidden in the shadows of his hair are ghostly eyes that ogle onlookers and change to match his emotions, mirrowing his surprise, his anger and despair, betraying his feelings.

Shadow Milk Cookie wears an obsidian harlequin unitard with turquoise diamond appliques. His sleeves take a bishop style, his right sleeve having a pale white base and his left a black base, both with sapphire accents and wide cuffs resembling whipped cream. The jester wears a ruff collar from which hang curling coattails with a ghostly blue lining and a black outside. Upon its lining are more gazing eyes. He wears his eye-like Soul Jam of Deceit as a brooch on his collar in the same place that Pure Vanilla Cookie wears his own Soul Jam. Shadow Milk Cookie also sometimes uses a jester hat split into black and cobalt halves, having a milk-splash crown about its rim and blueberry-shaped pompoms at its extending tassels. He holds a thin black staff with a blueberry eyeball handle and another milk design at its neck, its eye-like design being a direct reflection of Pure Vanilla Cookie's own orchid staff.

Shadow Milk Cookie is a theatrical villain, changing reality into an illusory counterfeit stage to host his performances. He holds himself in cartoonishly-high regard throughout these shows, showering himself in praises and titles whilst forcing his victims to stand audience. Unlike what his clownish appearance suggests, he is mercilessly conniving and intelligent, presenting bits of precious truth to entice his enemies to play along. However, such showmanship and promises of clarity primarily serve as a means for him to corrupt his victims with a deluge of poisonous ideas, slowly twisting their goals to his own ends. He relishes in making a spectacle of his enemies through his performances, battering them with bombastic lies interwoven with undeniable truths. Should opportunities to drive his hapless targets even further off the precipice of morality present themselves, Shadow Milk Cookie does not even hesitate to pursue them, even at the ultimate cost of his grand plans.

Heralded long ago as the benevolent Fount of Knowledge, Shadow Milk Cookie is the antithesis of the purpose the Witchen had given him: he is a malicious trickster who relishes in chaos and confusion. This theatrical villain spends his immortality in the Spire of Deceit, weaving untruths and scheming to release Earthbread from its shackles of virtue with his minions Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie. Behind his mask of mirth, however, lies a lonely soul whose disillusionment wore him down to the cruel, manipulative individual he is today. Back when he still bore the tittle of the Fount, the truth had been demanded of him, and he obeyed, for that was his function, yet it was never enough to meet up to cookie's expectations. He gave them knowledge, and their cursed his name. He lied, hiding behind half truths and white lies to soften up what they couldn't bear as an attempt to finally please them, but he only gained their fury and distrust, all for things that weren't on his power to change. Not only that but his infinite wisdom was of no avail as they were ignorant to learning, instead asking about trivialities or simple nonsense! In the end...They turned on him when deemed as not useful anymore. And went to seek revenge to the Spire of all Knowledge, blinded by their anger; cornering the virtue. But he was still, inmortal and fed up with the cookies. And with no other choice he was now the one turning on them. He weaved chaos in Earthbread, but not by himself, instead along the other 4 fallen virtues that also faced the same despair;

Sugar of Happiness, bearer of the Soul Jam of Happiness, became Eternal Sugar Cookie, wielding the corrupted Soul Jam of Sloth. Flour of Volition, having the Soul Jam of Volition, turned into Mystic Flour Cookie, with the Soul Jam of Apathy. Herald of Change, bearer of the Soul Jam of Change, transformed into Burning Spice Cookie, now instead representing Destruction. And finally Salt of Solidarity. A truly... Kind soul, with the Soul Jam of Solidarity. Yet he was not able either to escape that fate. Becoming Silent Salt Cookie and now having the corrupted Soul Jam of Silence. They, in some way, got their revenge. But their savagery did not last long. One of their own - Salt of Solidarity- no. Silent Salt Cookie betrayed them, doing Earthbread the oh-so generous favor of SEALING them all away for THOUSANDS of years in the Silver Tree with the help of Elder Fairy Cookie, located in the fairy kingdom. Locked up in an unbereable silence, burning with resentment for the sheer irony of the situation...

Then, eons later, GingerBrave, Pure Vanilla Cookie, and the others arrive on the fabled continent of Beast-Yeast, hoping to uncover Dark Enchantress Cookie's plots. What they instead discover, however, are the remaining shards of White Lily Cookie's Soul Jam, and a hidden kingdom of Faerie Cookies that shelters both the history of Soul Jam's former owners and White Lily Cookie's fate. And the Silver Tree vines that protected it had been detereorating with time... It was too late to try to fix them and- Shadow Milk Cookie, the Beast of Deceit! has escaped from the Silver Tree. His arrival has transformed the Faerie Kingdom into a dark circus, where the heroes have no choice but to chase him through his duplicitous plays before he can unseal the remaining Beasts. But even the opportunities they find to battle him may simply be yet another of his deceits... AND he finally met with the thief of his SoulJam! The one the witches had chosen to wield the half of his Soul Jam they took from him, the Soul Jam of Truth, revealing that he had been watching Pure Vanilla Cookie all this time through his Other-Realm, an infinite, vast and void-like subspace he calls "the Dark Side of The Moon" And what went on from there... Well. While searching leads for the "Beast-binding Ritual", Pure Vanilla Cookie and his friends found themselves heading towards Shadow Milk Cookie's domain, The Spire of All Knowledge. ((Which they later found out it's true nature; Shadow Milk Cookie's realm of mind-bending unreality.)) Unbeknownst to them, the Master himself has prepared quite the spectacle for the Ancient Cookie: a full retelling of his whole life, complete with belief-shattering revelations...

Later on, Pure Vanilla Cookie, bereft of feeling after witnessing Shadow Milk Cookie's horrible truths, has transformed into Truthless Recluse and finally gave in to Deceit! Truly delightful. Yet... Despite the Hero's supposed turning to the dark side, GingerBrave & Friends were confident that they could pull him from the brink of despair. The fate of Pure Vanilla Cookie and his Soul Jam are to be determined through a game of Truth and Deceit orchestrated by the Beast of lies himself. In which... Shadow Milk Cookie was tricked. The MASTER of LIES himself, deceited by a half baked fool? Utterly HUMILLIATING. And Pure Vanilla Cookie even had the AUDACITY to... "We share the same Soul Jam. We can understand each other like no one else can. You don't have to be lonely... I'm right here. Please. Let me be your friend." ... Ask him to be his... Friend? That... That pathetic fool. (( Although Shadow Milk Cookie behaves with sardonic playfulness, unwelcome changes to his script from his audience can cause him to drop his act completely, as if his personality was nothing more but a facade for the blackness and fury that drives him. Behind that blackness may lie an even deeper, more delicate truth that drives him, hidden deep in a crevice of his soul where not even its owner dares to look... ))

Shadow Milk Cookie wasn't about to believe that! AS IF! But unluckily, he found himself to weakened by his... Defeat... To keep fighting back. And the other stopped him before he could flee. Pulling him into his kingdom and welcoming him with open arms despite everything, to 'redeem himself'. How ridiculous. It was definitely not easy for either. It took a lot of discussions that were quick to escalate (ehem... Due to Shadow Milk lashing out) and lots of patience during the bad moments where memories crept up back again and caused the other to slip back into his old self and habits for the both to get more comfortable and work on the rehabilitation. Yet Pure Vanilla Cookie remained kind, and Shadow Milk Cookie started to cooperate, and it over time showed some real differences.

Days, then weeks, then some months passed by quickly with moments of genuine warmth when only the pair mattered. Peaceful mornings strolling through the gardens of the castle, lively afternoons visiting the kingdom, where Pure Vanilla Cookie proved him that truth and deceit can coexist peacefully. The jester provided an unique spark to their days, but demostrating to care more than he'd like to admit, and the Monarch was a gentle, warm anchor. But more importantly, taking away the loneliness that used to be all that the trickster ever knew. It was almost scary how used to the other's company he was becoming, and perhaps, more growing more fond of his sworned enemy.

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