Back to the Big Ben
Hadn't been to the territory of Ned Stark since the Big Confusion.
This time was different, though. There was no need for Beelzebub to save me. No kiss from Gressil, Asmodeus didn't swallow. No hanging out with my beloved Astaroth. I might have missed them all, but few things could hurt my enjoyment this time.
Missed Sibylla very much, but fared well. What a way for life to fuck it up. I'm still so pissed, and sad, and... ready 2 cow it forth. The Big Hand is my hand now. It didn't tremble when drawing from the blood bank.
Blood turn black and flesh turn blue, I will curse you if you force me to, by the left hand and the unclean food, I´ll curse your eyes, I´ll curse your lies, I´ll call down a plague of flies, blood go black and flesh go blue, evil from me and back to you, my soul clean and yours on fire, you fuck with a witch you get burned, liar.
posted by Juan | 9:05 AM
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Your Beelzebub, Gressil and Asmodeus. Ready to go there to do the save again. From the City of Light, or the light of the city.
I'll say it this time
But I won't say it again
You're way to special
And found the ingredient to remain like that
You haven't lost yourself
But to find yourself again you need to acknowledge the spell
You were rescued in London at the end of February
Wrong Savior, though
How long till you both loose yourselves for good?
Dude... Incarnata, that's the mot.
Your passions are dangerous - and nothing's better than jeopardy!
K and F, still in line.
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