❛ of darkness .

pandora heinstein from the saint seiya series. penned by jovec.

[serpentiis-blog]

if u were to choose one gold saint which gold saint would u choose to become a specter and be loyal to u and hades

Pandora giggle at this question. The only type of Saint that would serve a good cause to her beloved Lord Hades is a dead Saint.

[serpentiis-blog]

Lord Thanatos.

@serpentiis

“Why else would I trouble myself to deal with you?” Thanatos kept up this little game of his. 

It was very satisfying to watch Pandora’s reactions. Unlike with the first, he rarely found any of the incarnations to be worth much. Each one flawed. Less than the original. A pity, since Lord Hades deserved better.

The god folded his arms across his chest. Not speaking another word. More than patient to witness this woman’s display.

❝ Y...yes, Lord Thanatos. Anything you ask, I will do my best. Anything... ❞   Fear gripped her soul with its cold fingers. Her heart started to race. It was difficult to breathe in the presence of the god---it was worse when both Death and Sleep were present. Her body remembered its abuse, the goosebumps were on her skin. She only wanted to give Lord Hades her best efforts, and the twin gods knew. They knew how much Pandora loved Hades.

She was still in her kneeling position as Thanatos folded his arms. Her hands folded over her heart as if trying to still it. Begging for it to not race anymore. All she needed was a command and she’d do whatever the gods told her to do. She’s grown up like this. She’s grown up around the gods’ influences her entire life---and she understood how hated she was among other humans.

That was okay.

She could deal with being hated among her own kind if it meant that her baby brother, Hades, would be returned to her---be in her life---forever.

[serpentiis-blog]

fukken thanatos man always tormenting my child lmao buzz off u fly

[serpentiis-blog]

"Ah, Pandora. I've been expecting you."

@deus-exstinguit​

❝ L…Lord Thanatos. ❞   Pandora was immediately on her knees and lowering her head in respect for the white-haired deity. She didn’t look up at him—in fear that one of the gods who raised her would punish her for that simple act. As always, she trembled in his presence. He was the one who would openly abuse her the most.   ❝ Is there something you need, my Lord? ❞

[serpentiis-blog]

[alexandriahampton]

Your lips drip poison that prove to be fatal and somehow, it’s the sweetest taste I’ve ever known. My mama always told me she was drawn to what would only destroy her and as I lick my lips at the sight of my demise, I can only believe that a lack of self love is hereditary.

Alexandria Hampton @alexandriahamptonn (via alexandriahamptonn)

[xmusiings]

you turned your back on the world, so you wouldn’t have to face what a

                                   monster

                    you are

[adreamersmusings-blog]

I don’t trust people. People leave, they die. People don’t stick around. I don’t trust people. But somehow, I do trust you.

I’ve never trusted anyone before (via adreamersmusings)

[themusewhomuses]

                    𝐁 𝐔 𝐑 𝐘           𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄           𝐌 𝐄 𝐌 𝐎 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐒

[askthepandoranhero]

My pain is irrelevant. Your safety is more important.

[foomidori]

Ars longa, vita brevis.

Original illustration.   The flower I like most is wisteria. Oftentimes, wisteria written in the characters “風散” in Japanese. It means  "scatters in a wind". Don’t you think the episode is ephemeral and nice?

[wrongsara-deactivated20220716]

Joanna Newsom Photographed by Sylvia Plachy

[austinkleon]

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

E. B. White (via austinkleon)

[fataldusk]

[sara9786phina-blog]

[eolo]

[otherkinwords]

I realized them you were talking to the Morningstar. Your unfilled want, the hollow in your heart and the love that goes unanswered, is a prayer to the Morningstar. Your whole life is a hymn to Hell.

Nathan Ballingrud, The Diabolist (via otherkinwords)