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fracturedxinnocence​

                  “Do you believe your humanity will linger                    once you return from HELL?”

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                                                 "Ẇ̾̾ͭͣͧ͏̷͍͍͘h̶̳̉͋͘a̟̗͓̤ͦ͋̑ͮ̉͛͆ͤ̕͢ṫ̵̯͇͍͚̗͉͉̩̏́ͬ̓̓͂̉́͞ ̗̺͂̓͛ͮg̩̼͉͔̱̔̊ư͉̥̗̬͈͓͊͂̍͂̚͟i̶̬̝͙̣̇̄̊̓͝l͊͗ͦ̇ͭ̐̃̽͏͏̝̘̯̫̠t̢̝̥̹̘̻̪͕̉̅͑ͪ͐ͥ̂̚ ̡͊̇͐ͬͮ̄̓̚͏̜̝͈͕̭͇͕̲p̱̪̱̺̲̗̜̑̋̀̄̋̈́l͙̭͍͒͐ͯ͠a̢͕ͩ͢g͈̪͍̬̼͇͌͐̆́ͅu͇̻̠̓̊e̫̣̤͕̘̟͚ͮ̑̍̑̄̿̈́̚͞ͅş̫͙̐̅̓̂̈́̓́̀͜ ̛̐̅̋ͤ̓̌̈́̓͏̢̟̲̹͚͚a̴̜̖̜͓̩̞͚̫͌͂̍̈́ͮ͒̾̚̕n̛̜͇̤̄͑͛̈̔͢ ̳̲ͩ̈́̕͝a̵̩̹͈̲͉͈͒͆̑ͭ̀̐͊̉͞ŗ̨̪̯͚̗̲͙̤̫͉̇̊̉ć̢̤̮̻̹͕̳̞͉̊̅͢ͅh͚̼͂͂̿͝͡a̠̬ͯ̆nͬ͐̈́ͩ͆̿́҉̜̠g͔̜͛͌ͯ͊̑́̓̔̔́ẹ̫̝̠̳̯̒ͥ͋ͫ͘l̷̴͎͎͍̓́?̪̞ͪ̅ͮͧ͜"

                                                                                        ofheavensfire | Starter

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                                      "Do your memories spell what you want?                                        Or are they drowned in the temptation of                                                           SIN."

                                                                                       muzzzled | Starter

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                                 Have you felt death linger on your lips                                  The savor of the world beyond, wanting                                  to DROWN in the promise he gave?

He isn't a doll; no plasticity could ever carve out the man he loved. No, not with the burdened look christened to his eyes, the pursed lips of sullen anguish, the hatred he brought with each word in spite of the world he'd surrounded himself in. He was death and he tasted like HEAVEN. The child had no strength to fight his maker, no strength to betray his own lust for the KING. Let himself be drowned in the temptation, it's a SACRIFICE he yearned to make all over again, screaming for him---                                                                                 Don't leave me to the pit                                                                                 They know you will be gone                                                                                 They want to see my fall                                                                                             TREMBLE                                                                                   To your knife. They don't                                                                                 know how I fall towards it,                                                                                  yearning to be cut by you AGAIN He hears the whispers, the chant of DEATH. He will be with them soon, forget the child had a name to his voice. Forget that he was once the beloved. He shall fall, over and over again, just as Abel had to Cain, just as Eve had to sin. He'd fall over and over again, if the HORNED KING beckoned. 

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                                   Wanderer​ | Cursed | Linger

Deals were more than a bargain. It was the thin line of a demon revealing themselves openly for the discretion of picking a soul for the future taking. There was value in the act, one the king took great curiosity and hold on the matter, keeping eye on majority of deals that were bigger than simplicity of money and sex. There was a gamble for some, a chance that it was a hunter at the other end of the line. Sam took his own effort to scout out the suspicious, take place of his henchmen and sought the ordeal by his own means. What better dealer than the one who would hold your soul? She'd called to summon a particularly strong bastard. One that he had the pleasure of feeling that same demon trembled under his knife. He took the courtesy of addressing the oddity of his calling. Specificity was rare, only occurring with a small time lapse between answering the call and being yanked into one. The lapse he dispelled his own men away from the calling, placing his own hand between the line and being pulled into it.  Human air always felt too thick. A feeling he'd never be able to rid himself of, turning his head and looking towards the caller. "I'm sorry if you're disappointed. The demon you called for couldn't make it." Not human? Hunter not in question. "Though, I don't know why a true blood would be looking for us. It's easy to just make a visit down." The stay wouldn't be pleasant, but being this new, some plasticity would call for attention down there. Tense, she knows something different. Who wouldn't? Eyes flickering amber, a tale tell sign of superiority, he steps towards her, far enough for safety.                                                                "What do you need?"

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                                "Blood is a familiar aroma, isn't it?                                  Even demons tire of it. I find it,                                                                                          ---SOOTHING."

lilly-harris-jones | starter

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                                             Bastard | Cursed

                                     "This is my soul, Bastard."