08-16-2008, 05:32 PM
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mall-caps;color:#660000;">there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead
Always longing and remorseful for what he could never have. Always decrepit and pitiful, like a creature that no longer desired to live, moving along like a walking corpse without purpose or intent. And yet within him lay the true demon, wishing to escape and let his true purpose be known. His mind had already begun to fracture long ago, but now it had begun to split in two, revealing two individual parts of the greater whole. There was the wasted whore, seeking only to sate his lust and drown in blood and sin. And then there was the methodical madman, seeking knowledge and power, destroying without reason, but with a purpose set in mind. The true harbinger of chaos and fear, the real Prince of Fear that refused to be held back and held down by the prince's mortal afflictions. But for now, the former showed itself in the form of Samael creeping along through Inferni's caves, bloodsoaked from a recent kill with vision vacant and empty. Dried blood was caked into his fur and around his lips, peeling away with each movement and shaking from his body like a mini snowfall. Fangs were bared in quiet aggression, silent snarl dying in his throat before even escaping past his lips.
mall-caps;color:#660000;">there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead
Always longing and remorseful for what he could never have. Always decrepit and pitiful, like a creature that no longer desired to live, moving along like a walking corpse without purpose or intent. And yet within him lay the true demon, wishing to escape and let his true purpose be known. His mind had already begun to fracture long ago, but now it had begun to split in two, revealing two individual parts of the greater whole. There was the wasted whore, seeking only to sate his lust and drown in blood and sin. And then there was the methodical madman, seeking knowledge and power, destroying without reason, but with a purpose set in mind. The true harbinger of chaos and fear, the real Prince of Fear that refused to be held back and held down by the prince's mortal afflictions. But for now, the former showed itself in the form of Samael creeping along through Inferni's caves, bloodsoaked from a recent kill with vision vacant and empty. Dried blood was caked into his fur and around his lips, peeling away with each movement and shaking from his body like a mini snowfall. Fangs were bared in quiet aggression, silent snarl dying in his throat before even escaping past his lips.