05-15-2018, 02:04 PM
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He is face to face with the devil herself, and he knows it. The aura is crushing him, the weight of it growing hotter and harder to bare. He does not fear death, so when she tells him to give her what she wants, he smiles wickedly.
Maybe it was what he wanted to.
“Show me what you’re made of, my demon queen.” The clown king beckons, allowing her aura to fully embrace him. The beating of his heart is so rapid now, it is skipping constantly. Thump, pause, thump, pause over and over. She is worthy, he feels he’s finally found her.
His witch, his queen, his demon.
@[Astarael]
He is face to face with the devil herself, and he knows it. The aura is crushing him, the weight of it growing hotter and harder to bare. He does not fear death, so when she tells him to give her what she wants, he smiles wickedly.
Maybe it was what he wanted to.
“Show me what you’re made of, my demon queen.” The clown king beckons, allowing her aura to fully embrace him. The beating of his heart is so rapid now, it is skipping constantly. Thump, pause, thump, pause over and over. She is worthy, he feels he’s finally found her.
His witch, his queen, his demon.
Modicum Mortem
@[Astarael]