trulyhellbent

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“Reach into the nothing, can you tell which void is you?”

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Lead them like beasts to slaughter.

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When you look into my eyes, what do you see? A monster of anger or a monster from grief?

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bare your teeth. bare your teeth. bare your teeth.

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Grab them by the throat and thrash like the beast you are. Rip out the voices of those who lie about you.

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I was always right about this decaying world. Theres nothing left for us in it. You'll all regret not listening before the decay takes you, too

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They have pitchforks and torches held high. They will back you against a wall and hate you. Do not change for the peasant rabble, the misguided fools. Change them instead. Tooth and claw, or tongue and venom. You will have two choices-- Become the monster they say you are or perish. I say show them what nightmares can truly be.

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I’ll drag you to the same hell you put me through. You will regret everything you did to me when I make you suffer through my pain tenfold. You should never have hurt a demon.

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do not remove my caption

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gonna go laugh at myself.

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Why do you hesitate? What would it take to convince you this body is yours? You cower in fear of hurting me, but my dear, I thrive on such treatment. No pain could feel sweeter then the pain you give me. Come, rake your claws across my skin, taste my blood on your tongue - lose yourself in me. Don’t be so cautious. I can take it.

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Steel yourself, and let what comes forge you into the blade that fells your enemies.

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It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.

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Please, gift me just one single second of silence, before I tear your throat out to make a present for myself instead.

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Unbidden and from nowhere, a shudder rolls up over the hollow of a back, prickling up head and arm hair alike. It is cold, and trails up like tiny, skittering claws, leaving only the tiniest of soft tingles to mark passing. Oh how lovely it is when your own vessel reacts to what it holds.