Tell My Demons I'm Coming // Marr{Blitz}
Jan 1, 2017 22:32:57 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jan 1, 2017 22:32:57 GMT -5
Svana Hope
It flutters and flickers beneath the frequent furls of the wind. It burns its brilliance seeping into the depths of the dead surrounding it. Their souls sinking into its pits, burning as they should within all seven circles of the satanic realm. Above the ferocious fire she stands her shadow overlooking the onslaught she has brought forth above the grave of the twins. Brittle bark she hurls into its curling corners as she summons forth fresh embers to enter the smokey sky. It was a scene unlike any another, a scene most would scream at seeing. The dead were being daunted, and she was their threat.
Shadows swarm the cemetery as she dances in joy around the hell fire she has forged. Her words lack wisdom but ring with the wickedness of a warring witch. "Too bad no one is here to love you now, to sponsor you now. You both were pathetic! Yet somehow the family still manages to find you figureheads of perfection! I hope you burn for eternity you rats!" She screams as she drives several stones into the the rings of her flames. She would never forget the hardships she suffered while they were loved. So what if they were nice, too many people were nice leaving no room for the wicked. Svana would see the world change, it was her destiny.
Suddenly she is shaken from her ceremony by the sounds of footsteps crunching against freshly fallen snow. Her eyes illuminated with the light of hell hurry to the gate. A boy stands still as she stares her words seep through the silence. "Who the hell are you?"
Shadows swarm the cemetery as she dances in joy around the hell fire she has forged. Her words lack wisdom but ring with the wickedness of a warring witch. "Too bad no one is here to love you now, to sponsor you now. You both were pathetic! Yet somehow the family still manages to find you figureheads of perfection! I hope you burn for eternity you rats!" She screams as she drives several stones into the the rings of her flames. She would never forget the hardships she suffered while they were loved. So what if they were nice, too many people were nice leaving no room for the wicked. Svana would see the world change, it was her destiny.
Suddenly she is shaken from her ceremony by the sounds of footsteps crunching against freshly fallen snow. Her eyes illuminated with the light of hell hurry to the gate. A boy stands still as she stares her words seep through the silence. "Who the hell are you?"
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