Rising Hell And Spitting Fire

She turned every moment they spent together into painful memories. They are sharp, and cut right through her everytime she thinks about that time. Even the sweet good moments they all had are now turned into a knife that kills her already broken heart and twisted soul. They pierced her soul; they made her skeptical about people and love. And she hate them. She fucking hate yhem for that. They turned her into this broken mess, and even if the temptress won't see them again, their touch will be with her for years, or maybe for the rest of her life, who knows. Were where her siblings when she needed them the most? Where was her older sister? Yet she found herself at a lost of words, all these negative emotions that haunted her all these time suddenly ceased for a moment, the burning fire within her veins became ice cold as the charcoal demoness confirmed her thoughts, it was no hallucination; this was as real as her. "Where have you been all this time?" a whisper, solemnly left out between voluptous, pitch black lips. Apparently she can blame evolutionary biology for her painful memories. Oh, how she wish sh3 could put them in the garbage can where they belong and forget. Or better yet bury them deep underground. She came to the conclusion that our brains are hardwired from ancient times to remember the bad, awful and soul-eating stuff more to help keep you alive. Which is ironic really, now what she needed the good stuff and the good stuff seem to have appeard before her. A sigh came forth between parted lips, a roll of her curvaceous hips was all it took for her to his the soft blanket of winter underneth her. The soft touch of her sister was returned almost instantly, without a second thought, instinctively, and her scent, God, het scent was so familiar, it was like home.

" words of a god"