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The tale of time flows at his hands. Adventure wraps around him in silk and jewels as the crown slips from his head. Tarnished and rusted the iron of his iris spark alive with a burning hunger for more. More life. More emotion. More. The price to pay is high. Mortality or immortality weigh upon his shoulders in indulgence and luxury slip silk sheets around his body in a robe.

Lethargic and effortless his hand's outreach to the two worlds in between. He’s tactless grace fumbles upon the stones of the immortal steps. The pages stick together, between his fingers as he looks upon the horrors caused by monsters who walk the earth. Weary and worn his body moves at glacier pace but his mind whirls a mile a minute. Slow and steady wins the race. 

Your secrets whisper in her ears and fall from her lips into a chalice of gold filled with blood. It bubbles and boils until it spills over and stains her hands crimson. She’ll pull the truth from your lips with a kiss, that sucks your soul and swallows it whole. Lush lips part at the ears of men spilling lies and truths swirled that suffocate them. 

Angelically handsome he’ll lure your innocence in the promise of a new day showing you the devil beneath his guise. His fever infectious it spurs you into a false idealism of a new tomorrow, a better tomorrow. All the while he’ll wrap his hands around your throat driving your corrupt soul to hell, uttering sweet nothings that secure the panic in a swallow. 

Salty sea clings to rags as he clamors into the livelihood of wealth. The robes bag. The crown tilts. And yet the lush taste of ambrosia dribbles down his chin in honey droplets. The sounds of the sea flow from his mouth like wine, intoxicating and mythical as they wrap around you and hold you too tight. He is the Bacchus of a near era, who feeds yous and intoxicates you all while his demons strip you of your soul.

Her promises of loyalty pave the broken path at her feet. She’ll whisper her indulgence in your ear as she holds a blade to your back. She’ll smile at ruins as the collapse of empires falls at her feet. Head held high she’ll strike like a snake in the grass when your back is turned. Her knife sharpened and posied as a friendly hello she’ll shake your hand and spit at your feet.

Silver-tongued and cunning, she blends in with the crowd seamlessly. Her voice lulling and lyrical whispers fantasy into the heads of mortals. Hearts desire bubble from her promises, but death and despite cling to her stiletto clad heels. Nimble fingers slip around your neck like a noose, losing the jewels that hang, she’ll rob you blind before the spells worn off.

Nose buried in the books, dust and parchment swirl around her as her gaze is locked on the words scribbled in ink that dries like blood.  Within the slippery velvet, she finds solace and acceptance. The words are whispered in her ears, igniting the flames in her hear and the passion of her soul. The sound of power drips from her lips of honey and gold. 

Treacherous and deadly she’ll smile at you with a mouth full of fangs that drip red with the blood of those who stand in her way. She swings her blades that glittering in the moonlight, splattered with ruby crimson, they drip into black. Her head will wear the crown of thorns and around her the cheers are screams of the dead.

The holiest and devout call out her name in terror and recognition. Hymns of her call float upon the sea foam. Her word is law and her action binding, it wraps around her like bracelet dripping in gold and silver-washed white from seawater. 

Devoted sing the hymns of praise and preach wrongdoings. It pumps through his veins as pure as gold. But from his golden pedestal, the world is awfully cold. Talented with hands that weave through the shroud of time he’s his own worst enemy.  But not every future is set in stone, not every future is worth reading. 

Wandering, waiting and lost. She is the body with a home, a family with a soul. Devasted and ruin, it drips from her in waves that pool upon her feet like black sludge. Her horns are not made of ivory but onyx that shines blacker than her soul. Her fangs drip of the blood of foes who dare encroach her lively hood. She’s a no man. A wandering who walks along with the fog and the brimstone.

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Knuckles bleed black as it drips into a river. Blue bleeds black as it thumps through him. A champion to himself he’s fingers wrap around the necks of his enemies without hesitation. Labored breathing and cursing echos through his ears, the hunger is insatiable as it drives him deeper. Digs him further. The road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions but sloshed and slippery with enemies who’ve crossed him. 

Leaching, sucking your dry as they feed you pretty little lies he is the beautiful monster you were warned about. His face sings like an angel that hides the bubbling black ooze that springs from hell and wears a crown. His smile welcomes you in on false pretense that shimmer like glitter and butterflies promising you a tomorrow. For he’s clawed his way to the top and the fall is too great where he sits that he’ll drag you overboard with him.