#blackkingvessel

Even a singularity was only a mortal man, in the end. Forged steel had never been a match against mere flesh and bone, slicing through sinew and tearing it asunder in its wake. There was said to be no man alive who could bring such a weapon before the King of Sindria and strike a blow against him, yet it had been done nevertheless. Death was quick, carried along by the intoxicating liquor in his lungs and his blood, staining his breath with its pungent odor as it escaped him for the final time. 

i love when the mun intention is there but the muses don’t want let’s do this