If you see my bone you know I live; this power you covet mine alone. I lay dormant to save the world, do not let your greed release my torment. The beast that is this soul, tearing and thrashing, it wants freedom onto this land of mortals. Let me eat of the unworthy souls who claim purity. Unworthy, I'll kill them all, send them all to Hell.
Don't free me from my chain unless you want to be blamed for the end of the world. I will be free, I will devour you pitiful mortals in my eternal quest for power. No one could stop me, no one would dare try.
This puny mortal, our human vessel, is merely the first sacrifice, will go down alone. Existing alone, is alone, therefore can leave alone. We'll be sure the cries last till the very end of this one's pitiful existence, one none saw fit to save.
I am the darkness in every homan soul, the reflection in every mirror, and the broken glass in every nightmare. You cannot stop me. I'm in your dreams, I'm in every breath you take, poisoning your every movement. I am pain incarnate, the deep bitter gnawing at your black and twisted heart.
This corrosion, you cannot escape, these tears you cannot help but let fall, this ache is eternal, you cannot control this power. The power of darkness, the power of a void soul that's lost all its meaning.Though empty eyes that stare ahead and make you cringe and turn away from the cursed person that walks past.
The power that has taken one berore, and levelled a city, the power that killed them once, twice, a hundred times. You know you want control of this power, despite your claims of divinity and your hope of achieving heaven you know, Angel of Death, Jalacriel's wish appeals to you, and you can't do anything until you dispose of or wield this one. Either way, you lose, you can never control this dark, cold, alien existence.
We of the inner torment, oh how one pines for the chaos promised by this freedom! Stuggling, struggling, this one's willpower is strong. but we don't know what she has to protect. It's not like there's any real connection to this world, dream world, she can't interact, she's like a child, ignorant and awkward. The tears burn her eyes, her cheeks, as she shakes her head in denial of one's laughter. So pitiful, it's almost entertaining.
~Lock and Key
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