THRUST. (AP)

she is a goddess of the steeps, chanted royalty of hell’s sullied flirtations and depletes waters, a bale-fire of reprisal ‘tween yearning mouths and charred throats. corruption tangled 'loft tittering hellions of tragic desolation. we are her awaited guards, an enticing mess of poseidons rotten seductions and howling moans, a tormented sorrow of restless moons stalking thee wherever misery shall roam, with a twisted kelp clinging neath disasters moistened lids. she was certainly reassured at her masters confrontation. if she saidso. then, it was certain. a lightened smile coveredfacial features. ‘ —… of course, harribel-sama. we’llbe right behind you. ‘

                      thought ya seen the last of me? 

& such smothering shard of dreaded colonialism shall rear hushed empires alof cruelty's own whetted tongue, glacial monotony tainting reality's salt-wedged mien yet starved betrayals of the false god in charge. thoughtless embezzlement at the awaited contrition. she still couldn’t comprehend why harribel-sama had to submit.. to a shinigami of all things. she wouldn’t accept it regardless. multi-hue comforting aside faded desert retribution. ‘ finally,  ya decided to sho--.. ‘ words hushed in whispers at the confronting image of a goddess. ‘ .. master. ‘ 

           “.. yes, harribel-sama.”