“Twins speak a language even God can’t understand. Neither brother made it out of that field alive.”
Poetry by Nathaniel Orion @nathanielorion
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“Twins speak a language even God can’t understand. Neither brother made it out of that field alive.”
Poetry by Nathaniel Orion @nathanielorion
woo drew something good in a pose i struggle with
@hebelslordofacid7
Here we go...
Colorless version because i like it
Please dont execute me..
You can print it as a sticker if you want..idk..
Childhood (Hevel and Joan)
Infancia (Hevel y Joan)
Sharing a bit of my story about Joan and Hevel when they were kids, before they lost in another realm and before they lived in a dystopian world.
who prays for lucifer -- who prays for cain? who has ever mourned the corruption of cain? who has ever dared to say that they understand? look me in the eye and tell me if you were the first person to ever feel jealousy, you would not act in a beastly manner.
Some art of Hevel that I drew for @rafatello
:3
*Woag. There's been a wave of deaths sweeping Yokohama, all convicted criminals, suddenly dying of heart attacks in prisons or right after escaping, or even while in the process of committing a crime. Although they seemed to be natural causes, i.e. sudden heart attacks, most of the prisoners had no history of medical issues relating to the heart, and by the sheer number of them dying, they were clearly linked, and this was clearly the work of a serial killer*
~ @bloodguts--andangelcake
Fortunately, this was just the case Cain needed to focus on. She had nothing better to do, and this was perfect. Kit was bored out of kits mind on kits little Yokohama trip. He found a cafe to hide in the corner of, clicking away on his brightly decorated computer through the details he’d scrounged up on the deaths.