"Apacci," the empress spoke calmly, looking over at her. Harribel approached her subordinate and placed a gloved hand calmly upon her shoulder. "It's okay. We'll be just fine." (( I'm almost home prepare urself
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. ‘
