11-23-2009, 12:01 PM
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| http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... _table.jpg);"> Private, 300 The sky had been ripped open and was bleeding heavily down on the world below. There would be no stars tonight. Shadows were stretched long and gloomy as dusk danced closer, accompanied by that delicious anticipation that Haku Soul carried. Plans could fail, but as most things they could be amended if the mastermind had the time and patience. She had pushed him to the edge and further, and could no longer be excused for her worthlessness. Things had gone too far and Haku knew that this that he intended to do tonight should have been done months before. There was no reason to wallow in self pity; think back and grow the fury further. She had treated him unjustly in his opinion that early morning, but had she if he included those deeds that no one knew of? It was good to finally intend to get things done around here. Dahlia was slowly shrinking. Was it because of his? Did the dark rumours drive new and old blood away? If so then the Lilium of Dahlia did not have much time. He just wanted to see blood. Nothing else mattered. He needed destruction to run thick through his blood and he did not care how it would happen. There was no fear of losing, no desire of winning. He just wanted to watch the rain turn red and shower him with his innermost true colours. No matter what his dark lady chose, this was something that he intended to do. Haku wanted to destroy. The church seemed abandoned, but the blue eyed demon knew better. Dahlia’s Rosea was inside those slowly faltering walls. The secui pushed the already ajar church door open and walked straight into the large room. He had always found a certain eerie beauty in the abandoned human churches. They seemed to still hold some sort of meaning and power. The churches hid his secrets and held his enemies. Gabriel de le Poer was a holy man and had shed blood in the holy house. Haku hoped that the floor of Dahlia’s church would be glistering red by the time he left the building. ”Come out, come out, little Rosea,” the man called out sweetly with an aftertaste of evil. He wondered how long it would take before he could bend her after his will. |