“It is strange, pride, it is such a delectable sin. Yet, too often is it that the beings who demonstrate it the most are those who have not earned the right to be so. In the end it matters not, I shall feast upon it and their sin shall become my strength. Divine or not.”

Now she may see the face that hides malevolence.

Selective and for mutuals.

V. My feed truly refuses to show me rp stuff on here.

V. I want to rp but e33 got me in a chokehold

“You are quite the strange divinity.”

“What about me is beautiful to you, oh Sun?”

He merely looks at her for a moment before leaning down towards her and raising a hand towards her face, “You are not meant to be a god, you are too gentle. Too curious.”

V. Alright, we coming back everywhere today

If I held such feelings towards you I would simply erase them down to the last spark of their soul from existence. That is all.

There she is, a woman who can channel destruction on a whim. That is the true essence of wrath, of a demon lord.

One of Hell’s own, how comforting.

“The flames of Hell and the lights of the angelic host have prepared him for such lights, think nothing of it.”

A tired blink of his eyes, “Such a tired formality, what makes the morning good?”