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You know, I should probably do something with this blog. At some point...
RAGE. HATE. FEAR. They all feed upon one another. A demon hunter learns how to direct hate. But such a balance is precarious. And when that balance is lost, the cycle begins: Hate begets Destruction. Destruction begets Terror as TERROR begets HATE. My family was butchered by hellspawn. To witness such a thing is enough to leave your mind in RUINS. The madness killed my sister, and left me frightened and alone. Until I was rescued. Rescued by SURVIVORS, who had joined together to rid the world of the creatures of Hell. They saw in me the strength to resist the demons. And they forged me into a WEAPON. NOW, I AM READY.
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You lick your lips, you taste like years of being alone.
Warsan Shire (via shrewdshrew)
STARTER CALL ! I’m super excited to get this blog going. Go ahead and like for a small starter while I get Valeria’s voice down.
STARTER CALL ! I’m super excited to get this blog going. Go ahead and like for a small starter while I get Valeria’s voice down.
“ the owls are unusually quiet tonight. too bad ; I love hearing the owls’ chorus so late in the night. ”
Lips quirked into the SLIGHTEST of smiles as hellburnt eyes were cast to the stars above. An amusing thought. How LITTLE thought the other paid to the silence surrounding them. An inconvenience. Too often did SILENCE mean DEATH. ❝ Mmm. Quite unfortunate. So many consider them a bad omen. Though I DOUBT omens mean much to you. ❞
you died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent.
you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep | h.a (via steverigers)
As long as this world is plagued by demons, my hunt will continue.
RAGE. HATE. FEAR. They all feed upon one another. A demon hunter learns how to direct hate. But such a balance is precarious. And when that balance is lost, the cycle begins: Hate begets Destruction. Destruction begets Terror as TERROR begets HATE. My family was butchered by hellspawn. To witness such a thing is enough to leave your mind in RUINS. The madness killed my sister, and left me frightened and alone. Until I was rescued. Rescued by SURVIVORS, who had joined together to rid the world of the creatures of Hell. They saw in me the strength to resist the demons. And they forged me into a WEAPON. NOW, I AM READY.
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And in the darkness, in the seconds when light was a distant memory, her broken heart still thudding painful half beats, she whispered to herself “I will survive this.” and rose like a flame stronger even from within her own ashes, turning every tragedy into a distant memory.
Nikita Gill, The Definition of a Phoenix (via meanwhilepoetry)
Does you heart carry burdens you could never imagine ? Does the hate running through your veins never cease its burning ? Will the blood between your teeth never sate your thirst ? When vengeance is all you seek, and death follows in your wake, then VALERIA CREIGHTON is who you need. Go ahead and LIKE or REBLOG this post if you are interested in interacting with a DEMON HUNTER of the DIABLO 3 universe. Au’s and cross overs are more than welcome! She can be fit into practically anything. Dragon Age, Skyrim, Witcher, Bloodborne.
Got demons? She’ll kill ‘em.
Love is never equal. And, in its inequality, lies its fragility. For the one who is loved less will one day find, love tastes like ashes.