THE NAMELESS DARKNESS. ‘ Oh don’t tell me he put a bit of melancholy in your ashy, shriveled little heart. ‘ the lily white bitch strikes again. putting his feelings, and hopes, and joy where no one asked. for all the dark one cared, the light could stuff his joy somewhere he’d oh so enjoy. ‘ Exhume it. Better yet, let me rip it out. ‘ nothing a bit of elbow grease can’t fix. don’t worry, it’ll only be excruciating.
‘luckily for the both of us… I don’t have a heart.’ or if he did, he never let it show; why waste feelings on anyone other than himself? pride and vanity showed through and through. he wasn’t going to let anyone change that, but ky still enjoyed having some sort of assurances… even if they were false. ‘—i’d like to see you try.’
‘ Ugh. Did he try and tell you that he ‘believes’ in you ? That you could do better ? ‘ he spat on the ground (the crust sizzles and spontaniously BURSTS into black fire.) ‘ Fucking premmadona. ‘ | | &&. @hellfirebound liked.
‘ no one believes in me. ’ a simple assumption more than a fact – even if there was someone who did believe in him? they would be disappointed. old habits never went away; why try to change when destruction was so fun? when murder could be so… liberating. there was no point in it. ‘ i learned that the hard way. ’
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