I’VE SEEN YOUR FACE BEFORE. o to thee, LUCIAN KING. lost, in the strands of history, to never be remembered, like that of a nameless mortal... buried, not even by the grains of soil, but unspoken words. humanity knows he nevermore. but engulfing unto he, with that remembrance of his existence, wast once thine enemy. LIKE THE DEVIL AND THE MESSIAH.
and ah, what more he can recall, especially upon such messiah’s great fall. for while he resigned in darkness, so long ago, casted and left, by that of which should of loved him. when no one else could, as those once worshiped turned their backs and ignored, through the dark vale -------------- HE COULD HEAR HIS CRIES. echoing. through the shroud, of which this foul creature takes to. a sound, so taken by him, with a smirk of amusement; enjoyment, grazed his features.
HE REMEMBERS YOU.
and now behold; like the very essence of WRATH, that bests that of the gods, THE ACCUSED REIGNS WITH UTTER SPITE. hailing; utterly capable to ravage man, and destroy the very essence of babylon upon will! HAIL TO THE FALLEN MESSIAH! ------------- and he, a presence of sin, wicked and vial, spares a chuckle upon his wake to be heard, out of felt rejoice. heavy, and pleasant, it rings. oh, what intentions he holds.
❝ the accused. ❞ out came the voice, an echo, breaching all around with it’s deep tone. and from the corner of an eye, there in the shadow, was a form. shifting of shape. watching. yet to of emerged, from that of which it resigns. ❝ my my my... such an honor, to have your presence. ❞ another chuckle sounds. ah, how he can’t resist but to play.
@rotnichor ❤‘ed
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