Game Of Thrones.

Enough to make my systems blow.

Gold and amethyst hued audits would watch the burning firey hell displayed in front of the ivory queen. pale ears would flick back instinctively as she heard footsteps within the dark caves in the heart of hell. There was a storm going on outside of the caves, though it didn't bother Anzhelika. The wind was raging and howling outside, the rainfall sure to come down quite heavily for the night. But Anzhelika didn't bother with the storms, and they seemed to not bother her. She was safe in this little enclosed personal hell she had found herself in.

Her voice came out roughly, almost in a hoarse tone as she called out to Anzhelika in the darkness. 'You seem frustrated, your demeanor tells no lies hound. What crawls underneath thy skin and has you withering beneath your foundations?'

mismatched gaze of yellow and violet orbs would take in her form, watching the white lady as she stepped closer. The words 'i have sinned.' screamed from her body, her figure, her form. This made Anzhelika feel almost comfortable in the demonic presence portrayed from this female, for the pale Queen has also sinned.

Her ebony lips would part and her maw would open as she would respond to the white lady. "what troubles me is that others don't see my true potential." she spat the last word out in a snarl, though not at the white demon, but in frustration. "They don't see what I can really be.. Thirsty for that bitch venus's blood. Oh how I crave to rip her pathetic little throat out and to rid her of this world." Lyrics would be laced with rage, low timbre holding wicked intent. One day she would strip her from her high being and make her feel what she really was. Her body shook with anger and the ivory sadist would take a deep breath through flared nostrils, jaw clenching tightly.

this is it, the apocalypse.