♔▌ɢo∂ ĸιller

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I’ll be over here, if anyone’s interested in a high-class villain.

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Farewell

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drop kicks.

    drags into the ground.

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@h-e-i-k-a· – ;

     ‘ i still can’t decide if your energy is holy or not . ‘    she is TRULY at an impasse , casting a scrutinizing stare at the quincy .          their emperor , their PROGINATOR , that old thing shared in common .

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    PRISTINE in it’s innocence it was not; hardly an inquiry well wasted ,             though Dracul’s concern made it somewhat appealing.

                        ❝ The concern you show for such a TRIVIAL matter,             I must plead to it’s IMPORTANCE.    To what would you feel,             if the answer was not to your LIKING,     my dear Alucard? ❞

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         ❝ мy naмe ιѕ YHWACH,      & ι wιll вe тнe one тo тaĸe ＥＶＥＲＹＴＨＩＮＧ                                    ғroм yoυ! ❞

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    it is ALWAYS in grim anticipation and wait that he might receive the word of the LORD and master , and from reverent halt did he arise from that     place of SUBSERVIENCE . effulgence is anticipating and savage as the old way of ORDERS and command brim to compel for that directive .      yet , he remains in CEASE of that bribe , that directive , knowing   that , instead , matters of BUSINESS were likely at hand .           ‘ hah , can you truly blame , domnul ? the factions all    clamor like mice before the serpent and i long to devour them as you made me . but do not battles oft come before      the fullest onset of war ? ‘

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                        ❝ Patience, MY DEAR DRACUL. ❞     Business at hand; pieces stationed upon the grand board, moved about in             in various manners – preparing for his grand war. Whimsical as his             impatience was; the intensity of his bloodlust, a much welcomed sight,             it was not yet needed. The board was not yet set.                         ❝ Such a battle is not far from hand; the cogs of fate have             yet to move and we must WAIT until they turn. PATIENCE, your             hunger shall be sated soon enough. ❞

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The Soul King is GONE

Yhwach    ‘Juha Bach’        chapter 625

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Power must be claimed. Wealth won. Rule, dominion, empire purchased with blood.

Red Rising.

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BLEACH 632. friend 2

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        SHE IS A MESS OF RAIN & BLOOD, weapon lost somewhere in the rubble ( her soul, missing a piece of itself, somewhere in the rubble ) created by W A R. yes… the longer this war went on, it had become so very apparent how much of a CUB she truly was. though, she wasn’t yet DEAD, which should attest for something. && although she doesn’t speak ONE WORD ( doesn’t think herself able, should she try ), her stare is hard ; she would rather him strike her DEAD here, for standing in his way, than to walk back amongst THE BODIES OF HER BROTHERS. 

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    UNABLE to care; NUMB to the waste that laid before his feet, the tragedy             of war crafted by the hands of the OLD and TIRED to be fought and             drenched by the blood of the YOUNG and LIVELY. Not so lively now;             dead brethren laid to rest side by side. What reason did he have to care?                         ❝ Do not be a fool,             there is no reason for you to die here and now. ❞     A step taken forward and with it came the downpour of his MIGHT, he             would not dip his hands in her blood.

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They called him god-killer, the boy with a rusted soul: All who hear his name tremble, praying that today he will not swallow their heart. Alone he walks, stones cutting into bare feet, thorns pulling at naked flesh–– His fate must be in his own hand, and he will cut down any that try to control him. Holy and unholy, heart of fire and soul of rusted steel: Who can stand against him, the one who hunts naught but gods?

Predator, murder on his mind and hymns on his tongue. (CNS)

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    An army had laid CONQUEST to the alabaster dunes; now KNOCKING             at kingdom’s gates, in arms to whom which was hailed as QUEEN.             A KING now beckoned; to tear gate and fortress down, to rip crown             from head and chain what BEASTS laid inside. High King marched             and with him his army of loyal children in unison with thundering             applause for their FATHER and SAVIOR.

                        ❝ COME, Tier Harribel,             do not keep your guests WAITING. ❞

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      she is UNWAVERING in her solitude, vermilion eyes downcast upon marbled ground, for she is unable to force her gaze anywhere else. not out of fear, no, but out of awe, for how BRIGHT her King shines! truly, she was unworthy of even casting the slightest glance at his figure. who is she, nothing more than loyal kin, to address Him in such a manner? 

      and when he speaks, she feels the blood in her veins boiling. a treat, it was, to be summoned. for while her actions held dearest weight in order to prove herself to her King, her words were just as potent.  

                         “your majesty–” she begins, voice caught with hesitance. 

      “much has occurred, i’m afraid. we’ve lost a considerable amount of soldiers in this war, and i fear that our ranks grow hesitant at your leadership. i have heard talk of how you drive us all to our deaths, that we are nothing more than fodder to your – no – our cause. i do not share their thoughts, but it has been… difficult to keep them in line. their gossip spreads like wildfire, even to the lower ranks who have only seen you a handful of times. i would ask for your guidance in this matter, for i do not believe my words alone are enough to sway them.” 

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    Such idle BLASPHEMY was not beyond the ears of the King, words spoken             through his KINGDOM in hushed breathes stripped of air silenced the             moments lips twisted to form profanities. An IDLE nuisance he cared             little for       so much more to place before it.                          ❝ Are you with DOUBT? ❞     VOCALS were strummed and his voice would clear all such worries, plucked             away as if not to exist. To worry was to DOUBT. To DOUBT was to be             held in TREASON.                         ❝ If your words ALONE are not capable of snuffing the flames             then simply DO NOT SPEAK. Surely you are capable of ACTION are you             not?         If you are INCAPABLE of handling such a nuisance, perhaps             you should not share it so OPENLY.     SOMEONE else shall handle it             in your ABSENCE. ❞