THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE. | |
256 WORDS @BF TAGGED notes WORDS | The cold winds of the icy mountain blowing through the devil's red hair, as he moved forward to his goal. Wanting to get back into the guild that he once led, Elijah moved like hell was on his tail. But this was quite the opposite of what was actually happening, his grandfather, the huge bastard known as Belial, had pulled the man into hell, just randomly, without any warning and kept him there for months. Now though, he was released, from the torment he had gotten, sadly it was just him, his brothers were still stuck there like rats in a cage. Belial, along with the other archdevil, mainly Beelzebub and Mammon though, had trained the brothers, to behave more like devils and for them to do what they were sent up into the world to do. To show them their place, all the brothers had lost their powers, leaving them in their weakest states. This meant that Elijah, even with his knowledge and understanding of the world, was left into a powerless mess, something which couldn't ever run a guild again. His Magma Rift was pulled out of his body and thrown away, being replaced with something called Molten Core, a more evil and fearsome power, one that would one day put his enemies in fear. Though that was one day, right now he wouldn't even be able to kill a Vulcan. With a sigh, the man had reached the front door of Basilisk Fang, the massive iron doors stood here for years now, locking out the cold of the mountain, even tho it was always effing freezing inside as well. Naziel never had thought much about the location. But here he was again, in the cold halls of Basilisk Fang. Having pushed the doors open, the red haired man's voice echoed through the halls: ''Any of you snakes still here?'' |
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