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ephemii · 30 days ago

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𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚! 📸✨

Grace finally has a Magicam account, and what better use for it than immortalizing their friendships?

.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ.

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I finally made an account!! First pic, tea party preparations with housewarden of Heartslabyul! 🌹🫖

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 LMAO? HE'S SUCH A PRUDE LOLL

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬♠️ 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲_𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts dude you're aware that housewarden Rosehearts owns a magicam account right?

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 totes adorbs!! but kinda bummed u didn't pick me for such a cute pic idea... (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind Oh I'm so sorry!! I got so busy with preparations that it slipped my mind u_u; I'll save you a spot next time, promise!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 ....okay so this MIGHT turn into a series. I pray to the Seven that Leona isn't active on magicam or else I'm migrating (he looks so peaceful tho, doesn't he?!)

🐺 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹__ Grace.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @jackhowl__ Jack...... 5 replies

🐆 𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴_𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝟯𝟵𝟳 you owe me a deluxe cutlet sandwich now btw 😇

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I don't recall that being on our TOA?? 1 replies

🐰 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮_𝗻𝗽𝗰 ????? LEONA KINGSCHOLAR???? ISN'T THAT THE PREFECT WHAT. 1435 replies

🦁 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗺_𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟮𝟱𝟲𝟯𝟴𝟮𝟵𝟮𝟱𝟮 Sevens you narrow minded idiot.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is that literally fucking leona kingscholar 34572 replies

➻oh, except.... maybe they forgot one little detail...

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Decided to pay our octobuddy a little visit at the @mostrolounge this afternoon 🐙🍹What a face! (also, wow where did all of you come from?? Was Leona's sleeping visage that baffling of a prospect? ùᴗu,, actually, I'm now realizing that I hadn't even set this account to private...oops.)

🐬 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀.𝗮.𝗺𝗼��𝗮𝘆 ahahah!! oh man look at his face! little shrimpy's got guts~

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 thanks for being the cameraman buddy ùᴗu ͙͘͡★ 7 replies

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 I'm surprised you didn't get ptsd just from walking into that room LMAO

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts hm okay how about you join me next time

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace no thank you <3

🐬 𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗲.𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗰𝗵. hahah. how swift. perhaps i may join you one day to capture such riveting images. 3 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ok no I'm actually so invested we can't just move on from the fact that this guy showed up all of a sudden and just KNOWS Leona kingscholar personally?!?? 200 replies

🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Another face cradled! And a dear friend hugged! Had a blast at this wonderful get-together in Scarabia dorm ☀️🏮🎇 I think I'm ready to sleep for a week though hahaha ^^;

☀️ 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗺✪ I'm so glad you came! I don't think I've had that much fun with friends in a while! You're always welcome whenever you feel like visiting 😊✨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @kalimalasim always!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME 1240 replies

🐍 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹_𝘃 There's still some leftovers if you'd like to take some for Grim. Or yourself, really. 2 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 oh okay so there's even MORE. why not. SURE. 212 replies

🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Nothing better than a long evening spent with the beauty queen himself @vilshoenheit. And look, he reciprocated! How sweet~ 💜✨ A wonderful idol, an even better friend.

👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁✪ How precious. Do take good care of that manicure.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁 Wait, Grace, is this a private post?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 will do! 🤍 2304 replies

🍎 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗹_𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗿 man you're better than me, i can't stand a second doin any a this balderdash

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 your loss,, it's sooo relaxing 🙂‍↕️

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 YOU GUYS I CANT COPE ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEE 784 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is this guy some sorta undercover cop or sum?? how's he got all these crazy ass ties??

🏹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸 oh, là là... quelle beauté, the calm before the storm~

🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Seems like I've been graced with this nice little picture from @0r1h0_shr0ud2 during a visit to Idia's dorm! No face hold unfortunately, but it's quite cute!🩵🤍 Very rare, it seems Idia has yet to realize the photo being taken ^o^. Peep the adorable little PreMo gacha figure I got for him...? 👀

🩵 𝟬𝗿𝟭𝗵𝟬_𝘀𝗵𝗿𝟬𝘂𝗱𝟮 I was so happy that you decided to stay and keep my brother company, Grace Alexander-san. Idia doesn't show it, but you really made his day!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @0r1h0_shr0ud2 awww! I'm always happy to spend time with you both! 🤍 3 replies

💙 𝗴𝗹𝟬𝟬𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶 woah when was this?! you can't just spring such a rare event out of nowhere! delete, delete!!! 5 replies

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 oh my Seven!! you both look so dope! truly inspiring— and can we talk about how *adorbs* you look with that biscuit hanging from ur mouth?? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind brothaaaa keep this up and you'll be fighting off rumors for days LOL ùᴗu ahuahu

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace OH U WANNA HEAR ABOUT RUMORS??? HAHAH

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 Am I tweaking or is that like. *The* Idia Shroud from the family Shroud part of the largest technological pioneers in Twisted Wonderland. Or am I insane.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁��𝗽𝗰 this HAS to be a social experiment atp?? What in the world is this guy's power??? 467 replies

🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 it felt almost special, leaving my vest off. Maybe it was the winter breeze. Tsunotaro helped me with his cape, though, despite my insistence. What a sweet personality! 💚🐉 We took a long walk through an abandoned woods, found some gorgeous gargoyles. To end my little series, I asked to hold him as well. He doesn't own a magicam account so I can't tag him... But at least he can keep the pictures :) Hurray! It ends! 🤍✨

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 THERE IS NOOOOO FUCKING WAY I REFUSE NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THIS IS AN EVIL PRANK WHAT WHAT WHATTTTATSYSYTHJDHJ WHO IS THIS GUYYYYYY 1204 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 OH YES DROP THE BOMB ON US WHY NOT. OKAY. THREE OTHER CELEBS WEREN'T ENOUGH I GUESS. 762 replies

🦇 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗲 Grace, you must know I have never been so entertained in my long life. Why, Malleus himself sits beside me and stares down at the screen in bafflement!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @vanrougee ???? Explain?? ToT

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 @yuur_grace you sweet summer child 😭✋

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🐊 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴.𝘇𝗶𝗴𝗯𝗼𝗹𝘁 @yuur_grace YOU ARE ENTIRELY UNCONNIVING. YOU PLACE MALLEUS UNDER INTENSE SCRUTINY FROM THE MASSES AS WELL AS LADY MALEFICIA! YOU SHOULD BE MORE MINDFUL, HUMAN!!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 OH my god.

HEHEHE I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AS MUCH AS I DID THIS WAS SO EXHAUSTING BUT SO FUN TO MAKE !!! 🩷🤍🩷✨✨ Also pls don't look too hard at the numbers ik a lot of them are wrong I'm sleep deprived and high on 3 monster cans 🤍

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yyxandere · 5 months ago

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・✶ ｡ﾟ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐍

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTER！:: ROLLO FLAMME.

☆ - Art Credits: らび

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ “You” pronouns

✩.* note ─ there was a vison okay (_ _).｡o○. But all I can say is there is a love hate relationship with Rollo here in this fic and Rollo somehow got 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 even though that wasn’t my intention. There’s a lot of Catholic references and I DO NOT SPEAK LATIN. I use google translate and some sites for the prayers (_ _’). And also it’s very much hinted that Rollo and Yuu kept contact after the Masquerade!

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─ Unhealthy Obsession, Unhealthy Mindset, Mental Illness, SPOILER WARNING FOR GLORIOUS MASQUERADE, READER IS YUU, ALOT of religious/Christian or Catholic themes, and Bad Writing

Infatuation. It is what’s Rollo's entire being is reduced off, every lingering moment with you, the oh so “perfect” prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, from a school full of “villains” that taints your being with the presence of magic.

He knows those glimmering eyes, even though most of the time it’s covered by your hair, he daydreams the day of holding your face softy as he strays away the hair on your eyes so he can only see himself in those mesmerizing eyes, that no one can compare too.

He remembers the day when he got so near to you that he could practically smell your perfume or your hair; he knew many of how you made him weak, for crying out loud to whoever was up there, playing with his feelings! Save this poor man and see how you have made an utter fool of him!

His heart can’t take it anymore, every whiff of your cologne that flutters in the air like a flapping butterfly after bathing in the sun at a flower, the fragrance now spreading like wildfire in Rollo’s lungs. Every sniff and every clench of his robe can’t compress the dark indulgences, a sinful temptation, an inking and dripping desire for something more sinister than love.

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Until his knees bled he would not stop kneeling, there in front of him lies was the statue of “The Righteous Judge”, his majesty’s on his high horse, even if he knew that the eyes of the judge were staring forward that sheweth determination and justice, even if Rollo’s hands were clasp as his knees were on the stone cold floor begging for rest, for that he bare through it, this is his penance.

“Sanctis figurae sanctae.

Omnibus Sanctis.

Ignosce nam peccum sum.”

(“To the holy figures. To all the saints. Forgive me for I have sinned.”)

His prayers are all over the place, his voice-muffled in his ragged robes that only the divine might be able to understand. Was there anyone up there who heard and would answer his pleas, someone who would save him from his sins?

Through his gritted teeth and clasped hands, he opened his eyes, through the light of the moon, he felt like the statue was looking back at him, not with disappointment but with resonance.

Getting up on his knees, he brushed his robes trying to save even the last bit of dignity in his uneven clothes, turning around and rearranging his pallium until he felt something in his pockets.

A scarf.

To be exact—his darling’s red silk scarf rolled inside the lining of his pocket. The light of the moon shows the silhouette of “The Righteous Judge”, his aching knees reminding him why he was there in the first place. There was still hope for him, he still could be saved from these yearnings. A guide was all he needed.

Sniff. Sniff

And that was it; that was the last straw. His knees fell on him as his heart beat out of its chest, his fingers curled around the material. As he clutches the scarf with such fervor, it almost seems that his fingertips are about to break the fragile material.

His eyes closed and the image in front of his mind, saw himself holding you with his right hand cupping your face while his left hand trails down your arm and rests on your shoulder. Then slowly leaning down to kiss you gently.

His back turns to see the statue, and there’s only a question he begs to differ.

What will ‘The Righteous Judge’ do in his situation? Will he stay on his conscience or shall he stray away from the path of righteousness, when temptation is in his face?

“Justus Judex, ora pro me…”

(“Righteous Judge, pray for me…”)

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“Justus Judex.

Semper pulchra et justo.”

(“Righteous Judge. Always fair and just.”)

The ringing of the late afternoon bells echoed throughout the city, and the noisy children who were playing during the afternoon were now dying down and going back to their houses.

With each bell that tolls on the dark horizon, the people’s mood seemed lighter for the laughter of families echoed at their abode; even the birds stopped chirping, instead the night breeze caressed the trees and leaves like a gentle whisper.

“Dimitte nobis debita nostra, salva nos ab igne inferiori.”

(Forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of Hell.”)

Smoke fills Rollo’s nostrils as he sees two of his classmates swing the botafumeiro letting the smoke go both ways. It was a traditional cleansing ritual that the Noble Bell College put in their school, ever since it was made, a symbol of how the “Righteous Judge” purged the unjust in a village full of sinners the village is now called ‘The City of Flowers’.

Rollo stood at the top of the balcony as the principal asked him to do so, for which he could see the student's actions and pick out the ones he saw unfit to do the job.

Rollo taking out his purple handkerchief covered his mouth and nose from inhaling smoke that lingered around, the incense was strong enough so that the “evil spirits and prayers can go up rising into the sky where they can be purified”.

He watches as the smoke wafts into the air as each chant of the students resonates to his ears. Looking down the smoke releases from the silver thurible that the lesser year was tasked to do, the smoke wafts through the air, its gray color is so faint and thin yet feels like a warm sensation on his cheeks, the smoke that rises makes up surround him like they were dancing an action which he is deeply reminded of you.

Your gorgeous smile as you dance carefully at the masquerade, your legs bending so you can gleefully dance with your cat companion. The smoke surrounding his eyes reminds him so much of you, the smoke reminds him of a flowy version of yourself. Even if the version of ‘you’ is smoke, your body dances with such allurement.

His head and heart were pounding as he clutches his chest with his other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with his handkerchief, the smoke now fading away as the strong incense washes it away leaving the balcony.

“Pax vobiscum.”

(“Peace be with you.”)

As the ceremony ended, the selected freshmen now putting the small old thurible on the altar, and the selected seniors slowed down the botafumeiro, chants, and choir now on the end phase of their chorus, as Rollo put down his handkerchief all he could do is just stare at a daze for what the smoke revealed about himself.

The wisp of incense still lingering, the small touches the smoke left were driving him to insanity—if there was even an ounce left of sanity when it comes to you.

He doesn’t know if you’re the devil who will torture him or an angel who ought to save him from his mind, a fire for purification, or water meant to suffocate him, he doesn’t know if you’re his all-waiting salvation or his upcoming demise.

—

The constant popping of the fireplace was supposed to ease his mind. Fire is meant for the purification and renewal of one’s soul, its orange and red hues remind the people of the burning of the wickedness plaguing the world, its cracking sounds can be heard as the scream of the unjust—the scream of sinners.

He stared at the fire-motionless, the heat licking his skin feeling like he was being baptized—that is something he would say if it wasn’t because of you.

Every waking moment he is only reminded why he is even here in this putrid world—to praise you, to love you, to save you.

Those magic users stain you with their disgusting spells and entertain you with their words and their actions. Those magicians pretended to act like angels, like gods, acting like they wanted nothing more than to bring the world to peace, but he saw through everything. He saw through their disguises and lies.

How many overblot experiences must you tell him until you have enough? How many injuries must you sustain from magic until you call it quits? How many more nights must you cry on your pillow until you succumb?

No..

No longer will he stand for this, the many days you leaned on his shoulder as you tell the most graphic tales of your new life. He will no longer accept all that he hears.

Rollo the so pious man he is, grasp your scarf like it was his only hope. Let the world bare him naked and make him get rid of his pride but until his heart is still beating he will grasp on you, kneel on your figure as his only reason to live.

His gray-teal eyes stared at the fire, its cracking sounds much more sinister and louder, his eyes matched the fiercenesses of the fire that can relate to the war in his heart.

Rollo now again taking out your red scarf, delicately runs his hands over it, your perfume still lingers for he wishes that one day (which is very soon), he will brush your hair delicately as you sleep peacefully in his bed, with nothing but him on your mind, not your stupid friends, your idiotic headmade or even your pet.

No. None of them.

He wishes that he could plague your mind like how you occupied his mind, body, and soul.

“Hellfire is what they deserve my love. May the fires of the underworld consume them.”

His eyes are now glued only on your scarf, the world can burn on fire like hell for all he cares when you are in front of him like heaven’s light.

Dear Prefect, hath you know that you made him a sinner?

But in the end, your entire existence was an apple of temptation he cannot resist. A juicy bite that he will savor every moment with its juices running down his chin. May the “Righteous Judge” strike him.

But for you? He is already a sinner in your name.