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Chapter 7 The Crone The bells tolled their mournful song across the flooded graves. The sky wept at the open procession. Six young men and women laid to rest this day.
Hey ho the witch is dead, the living dead. Hey ho the wicked witch is dead. Hey witch who is the ho, I think you know that we know.
Chapter 5 The Thief Two had rolled to decide who would go first. The Thief looked on with beady eyes. Quick reflexes and instincts soon told him he was next.
Figures flitting through flickering flames will tell Of tribal dances by a portal to Hell, Crumble, crackle, crash and call As the white wood brings you under heated spells.
For @Naaviie The tall man strolled down the narrow, winding path. Gravestones past be on either side. He was cloaked in shadows. The very darkness of the graveyard surrounded him.
Echo Lillum Daughter of Lilith the mother of all Demons and Samaul the Fallen Angel I am the daughter of Lilith, the Queen of the night and mother of all Demons, she was the first wife of Adam, It...
There was a girl of ice and snow, Made of frost and cold, Unique as snowflakes: never same, Each of different mould.
Diane..
On a winters day not so long ago,. Before the sun had risen,. When the weather was cold,. A man arrived, his eyes full of malice,. Came into town,. Declared it his palace,.
Satanic cackles erupted from Goliath's throat as he entered the mossy den, his yellow eyes locked onto the two small she wolves.
Mad Millie May. Bad Millie May. Sad Millie May. Did you hear. The new girl. Yes. Her parents. Dead. And her brother. Dead too. Recently. Yes. Foul play suspected. And nobody knows anything else. No.
#darknursery. Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea,. Hunting in the autumn mist after a little boy called Lee,. Little Jackie Paper was Puff's last lunch,.
Darkness. Everything I feel, everything I do, everything I know is darkness. I will never know the meaning of light. I will be here, in darkness, forever.
Something inside me had cracked. My dead, blackened heart began to beat. Blood rushed through me, yet suddenly I was aware of the cold night air.
Tpek woke again in Hell. This time it was fiery. Not painful fire though, just the image of fire. But the image was bad. Tpek saw everything he loved burn. His family screamed.
*100th Opuss*. Drip drip, tick tock. Time is just one big clock. Colors all iridescent. An old nation, a new discovery. A new invention, an old story. Things change fast. But I can remember the past.
The wind brushed the trees into a warm embrace and the glitter rain continued to fall. All the animals had scurried away into burrows, but a few brave had their little heads seen along the road.
Off with her head!!. The Seamonster fed. Once again Pure words could be read. Harmony reigned, the land again tamed. Nobody was guilty now, with nobody blamed.
"Want another drink?" Asked Tpek, pushing a pint of beer across the table to the drunken man sitting on the other side. "Yeeargh," Slurred the man, swaying in his seat. Tpek grinned.
After eliminating my last opponents, I continued passing down the path. Although stopped. A poster caught the corner of my eye. I glanced over it. Advertising.. A demon hunter.
#ORB. Trees bellow around her. As she runs alone in the woods. Rustling trees about to wither. She pulls up her protective hood. Her face something alluring. But in the shadows she has to hide.
I watched as the darkness shrouded the human. As it enclosed it, like a thick, inky fog. This gutter of spite, so seething with lime-green deception and with eyes and hearts as black as her deeds.
(Inspired by @OdinsFist's legendary myth slayer man who's name I can't pronounce.
A whisper in to his ear and he soon lost his swagger, his smile dropped away and real fear crept in to his eyes. I smiled.