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"Roaming the night, Waiting, Watching. Intriguing the few males, they see a goddess. Dances with danger, As the hell music becomes seductive and sure. As Female, is clothed, As goddess, Skyclad. At Hell one way, At Heaven another. She: wants Mundane, Is Angelic, Will be Demonic. This shall be the norm. The Radiance surrounds strong, pulls her own blood into bed. This resurrected rose awaits her champions, her lovers, her mates. In time her little ones shall come to be due." Anastasia
I would look into his eyes, and everything was okay. There was no pain, no suffering, no stress. It all just fell off my shoulders like snow falling off a roof. It seemed like his gaze could go on forever, and I wished it would. But reality had to come creeping back. I never knew if it had to come or if I wanted to make sure it was still there. But when it was, I was glad to see he was still in it. He was my best friend, my other half. My Jacob. He would always be my Jacob. I loved him. But as
All legends and myths are based on long forgotten truths. They were the Slayarians and they were the protectors of life long before civilization. They were so ancient they witnessed the age of faerie on Earth. It was a time when men were wicked and war common. It was a time when the treachery of gods brought about the fall of Earth's protectors and the banishment of their most ancient deities. Evil men and the unspeakably malign infest the shadows as they wait for the fall of man and the rise