☣ Eyes Of Tomorrow ☣

N/A · 07-15-2013, 07:37 PM

Banshee listened to the rough voice that erupted from the male before her, his speech was heavy and confident, he was sure of himself, of his place in this world. She was certain of that, just as she. She was placed upon this wretched planet to instill fear and bring about the coming of the apocalypse. She was here to destroy everything good and pure and to taint innocent minds, poisoning them with dreams of fear and woe. Oh yes, she was a demon, one that lacked a conscious and a heart, but she knew her rotten core, knew the parts of her that bubbled and festered like some pus-ridden wound.

?Feasting on the corpse of a wolf whose soul was bound for heaven.? Banshee's voice was a mockery of normalcy, cold and ragged, syllables were enunciated, punctuated, her voice cracked and rumbled, bit and snapped. A ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

Speech,

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