Season of the Witch
04-09-2019, 03:40 AM
What was supposed to be a wonderful moment has turned sour as his disturbances grew within the Demon King before her very eyes. Sorrow words, hollowed soon started to be filled with anger and to that her own blood boiled. Every word stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of witch. Every violated phrase was like gasoline to it, her paws began to clench and unclench and her jaw rooted fore other words were told to her by her kin, by one who she trusted. When the final mento had been added to the coke inside of her she simply did nothing. She did not let anger consume her as it would have, she did not demand blood for insulting the heir to the Klein name fore as Tyrannis stood her hallucination appeared before him, this time of her fallen Father. She told her to hush, to hold her venemos tongue and so she did. How could she disobey the orders of a Fallen King. Was Jekyll mistaken in his acusations? No, it could not be for Hannibal himself seemed content in his Kingdom, in the ranks and in the place he choosed to call home. Was this the man she followed? Was this intoxicating scent comming off from such a sour being or did the Demon mind became consumed with the darkness of the abyss? She could not know but with a nod she decided to follow the hallucination as she departed, she decidd that tonight she shall leave the Demon King alone in his sorrow. There was no comfort here.
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