Nov 30, 2013
[ breederofdespair ] [ rockabuki ]
[ kunehoh ] [ sleepingdata ]
" Passing souls . . . carry a purity," one hissed, for the devil spoke upon his account. Separation of two damned minds an exhaustion; impossible. A miracle would be needed, yet miracles were for believers.
Accursed tone relaxed, a flick of tongue with passing words," . . . Perhaps, that is a good thing? To be pure?" He questioned, yet directed toward himself. Filth could not compare to thee, and it were an enjoyment.
"What if . . . that is to end here? Is it wrong to be a little . . . wicked?"