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the devil may play with
your heart. but i will
eat yours.
↯ H I M E R O S ; god au
creator of the seven sins ;
a player of death.
ic ; nsa ; nsfw ↯
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for the dawning of days comes miracles that have never been witnessed before. such as the first patch of melted snow that signals winters end, or the warmth felt after a cold night of rainstorms. the good always prevails.
too bad, i'm the only evil that still; often awakens.
what a shame. no one has ever intruiged me enough to make me want to keep them as my own. to obsess over them and to completely annihilate and painfully get rid of those daring to be around what is mine. where can i find you?
it intrigues me, truly. how humans choose to form relationships and friendships out of mere coincidences- or intentions that were concealed with a polite smile. what once were hands to politely shake another, turns into hands forcefully grabbing one's chin- into submission.
@CRUELDESTIN mm, indeed. i like this fantasy very much. the very thoughts of breaking down what may seem as a well-fortified fortress—overpowering someone that fet superior and breaking them into a complete nothing, and mocking them at that. it truly is a wonderful idea.
hello, all. i am pleased to be within your presence once more.
the god has returned, but not for long. now let us have a discussion, what has been your most recent sexual fantasy?
@STRAWBR4TTY with this, i solemnly agree. the power and ego that can rise from just seeing an innocent one's tears, damp on his cheeks; his eyes that once showed fear now seem to beg for more. to become so full of lust and need. indeed, it is quite the fantasy.
the god has once again returned to play. for how long?
i cannot ascertain. however, i am certain that i shall make the few seconds of your time worthwhile.