Feb 27, 2020
Incorrect quotes feat. @clovcn
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Incorrect quotes feat. @clovcn
@clovcnā
Lilith hadnāt expected Mr Spellmanās sleeping spell to last forever. It had been an of-the-moment casting and Nicholas Scratch didĀ have the literal devil inside him, a power that couldnāt be made to sleep forever. It had, at least, lasted long enough for Lilith to have taken her place on the throne, to have declared her new sovereignty to the Infernal Kings and all the Infernal Court andĀ to have Mr Scratch nicely chained up and suitably subdued, just so the Dark Lord wouldnāt get any ideas when he awoke.Ā
āWell, good morning,ā Lilith purred from her seat on throne, as she saw the familiar look in Nickās eyes that confirmed it was decidedly notĀ the young warlock currently in the driving seat.Ā āYouāve had quite the restful sleep, I imagine. Your daughter, the one you planned to crown in my place, had a warlock who apparently loved her so dearly as to volunteer to become your flesh acheron. How does it feel? Comfy?ā
nahenama: she could've even been pulled to CAOS world due to Blackwood btw. i mean he is summoning the eldritch terrors LMAO. so like that made the travelling over easier but not *that* easy
clovcn: /omg/. The idea that shes what blackwood summons is so interesting and makes me laugh so hard.
Blackwood; Well if the devil wont back me, screw em ill get a new god
Blackwood; summons another version of his old god
Curb your enthusiasm theme plays
nahenama: HAHDAKJDHASFKJAZSH I DIDNT EVEN CONSIDER THIS I'M DYING
" You will always lose her. "
āNo.ā The word barely escaped Nicholasā crushed throat. The Dark Lord always had the upper hand, the strong arm around his neck, the eternal claim on his soul. The bars of his spell-bound cage were bending. Copper coated the inside of Nickās mouth like sweet syrup.Ā "I wonāt.Ā I wonāt... lose her,ā he gasped. Fingernails raked across the Dark Lordās immortal skin in vain. Everything Nick did was useless. Nicholas Scratch: the flesh Acheron. The sacrifice. The worthless excuse of a warlock. Sabrina had probably forgotten all about him. Darkness blanketed across his eyes. āI... canāt.ā
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šØššŖš© šŖš„,Ā Ā Ā you think though you wonāt voice it. Ā Ā Ā you have learned to appreciate your tongue being where it belongs. Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā iām not afraid of much, Ā Ā Ā certainly not of silence. Ā Ā āāāā Ā Ā Ā ļ½ļ½ļ½? Ā Ā Ā are you? Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā it might not be much better, Ā Ā Ā but itās what you offer instead, Ā Ā Ā and it is explicit that defiance is short-sighted. Ā Ā Ā šššš š¢šš šššš šš. Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā is that why you love theĀ Ā ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½Ā of your own voice so much? Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā šš šššš š šš¢ š ššššššššš ššššš šššš š¢šš?Ā Ā Ā dies on your throat, Ā Ā Ā and you remind yourself you are free. Ā Ā Ā the sun has dimmed but at least you can see it.
Ā ć @clovcnā Ā Ā .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā BLOODĀ ,Ā ITĀ WASĀ ALWAYSĀ BLOODĀ WITHĀ Ā HERĀ .Ā DEEPĀ CRIMSONĀ LIFEĀ Ā ,Ā ITĀ STAINEDĀ HERĀ FORMĀ ,Ā EVERYĀ INCHĀ .Ā Ā fleshĀ Ā wasĀ Ā everĀ Ā warmĀ Ā Ā ,Ā Ā Ā likeĀ Ā Ā theĀ Ā liquidĀ Ā lifeĀ Ā Ā thatĀ Ā Ā madeĀ Ā Ā upĀ Ā Ā herĀ Ā Ā entireĀ Ā Ā beingĀ Ā Ā (Ā Ā WITHOUTĀ Ā HERĀ Ā ,Ā Ā WITHOUTĀ Ā BLOODĀ Ā ,Ā Ā Ā THEREĀ Ā WOULDĀ Ā BEĀ Ā NOĀ Ā CREATIONĀ Ā .Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā aĀ Ā Ā pestilenceĀ Ā Ā butĀ Ā Ā necessityĀ Ā Ā wasĀ Ā Ā sheĀ Ā Ā ;Ā Ā Ā goddessĀ Ā Ā manyĀ Ā Ā wereĀ Ā Ā deemedĀ Ā Ā soĀ Ā Ā BOLDĀ Ā Ā toĀ Ā Ā everĀ Ā Ā callĀ Ā Ā uponĀ Ā Ā forĀ Ā Ā theyĀ Ā Ā riskĀ Ā Ā theirĀ Ā sanityĀ Ā Ā .Ā Ā Ā slenderĀ Ā Ā fingersĀ Ā wereĀ Ā Ā gentleĀ Ā Ā inĀ Ā Ā theirĀ Ā Ā touchĀ Ā Ā :Ā Ā Ā lipsĀ Ā Ā DRENCHEDĀ Ā Ā inĀ Ā Ā ironĀ Ā Ā scentedĀ Ā Ā redĀ Ā Ā wouldĀ Ā Ā partĀ Ā Ā ,Ā Ā Ā liquidĀ Ā Ā eternallyĀ Ā Ā pouringĀ Ā fromĀ Ā Ā herĀ Ā Ā mouthĀ Ā Ā .Ā Ā Ā sheādĀ Ā traceĀ Ā herĀ Ā Ā ownĀ Ā figureĀ Ā Ā ,Ā Ā Ā RIBBONSĀ Ā Ā OFĀ Ā BLOODĀ Ā Ā COILINGĀ Ā Ā HERĀ Ā BAREĀ Ā FORMĀ Ā Ā LIKEĀ Ā Ā AĀ Ā Ā Ā SERPENTĀ Ā Ā .Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā mmnĀ Ā . . .Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā aĀ Ā Ā melodyĀ Ā Ā escapingĀ Ā Ā thoseĀ Ā Ā crimsonĀ Ā Ā lipsĀ Ā Ā ,Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā --Ā Ā Ā yourĀ Ā Ā presenceĀ Ā Ā isĀ Ā Ā arousingĀ Ā . . .Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā
@clovcn didnāt like for a starter but we plotted so it counts.
HE HAD NOT EXISTED FOR VERY LONG.Ā Ā Ā and there was confusion in this life.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā though he knew his purpose.Ā Ā Ā and he had a hell of a great time doing it.Ā Ā Ā the embodiment of all sin.Ā Ā Ā a truly remarkable gift.Ā Ā Ā ONE TO CORRUPT THEM ALL.Ā Ā Ā yet,Ā Ā Ā he was certain he had made a mistake.Ā Ā Ā something had gone wrong,Ā Ā Ā he felt nothing but pride in his chest.Ā Ā Ā if he was not the vessel of them all,Ā Ā then where did the rest of it go?Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā i think i have done something wrong.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā a confession,Ā Ā Ā approaching the fallen angel on his throne.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā you said i encompassed all of the sins within me.Ā Ā Ā but why do i feelĀ Ā no wrath?Ā Ā Ā no desire?Ā Ā Ā why do i only feelĀ Ā arrogance?Ā Ā Ā ā
lyrical starter call x | the figurehead by the cure. @clovcnāā liked for a long-overdue starter.
shaken from his thoughts, the vampireĀ Ā caught the edge of the banister and wrung it between his claws.Ā Ā Ā everything about him was engulfed in a torrentĀ of chaos,Ā Ā down even to the craggy expression he bore.Ā Ā Ā fewer living souls were privy to the depth of the countās suffering to maintain this eternal life.Ā Ā Ā that he must continue on century by century with nothing to show for it but scars,Ā Ā secrets and hateful liesĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā the same image haunts me...Ā Ā in sequence,Ā Ā in despair of time...Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā but in the presence of the master.Ā Ā Ā of the creatorĀ of the bloodĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā it was all so powerful.Ā Ā like a tumultuous gale that overcame him and brought to the surface even the most basic emotions.Ā Ā painful,Ā Ā sinful,Ā Ā and only a catalyst to send him back into the necessity to destroy.Ā Ā Ā he thrust himself back to fall into the chase instead, one leg propped to lounge.Ā Ā Ā the cushions were velvet and soft,Ā Ā but covered with at least half an inch of dust that smelled as much of iron as the count himself did,Ā Ā as if he couldnāt be bothered to clean for at least half a decade.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā i will never be clean again.Ā "Ā