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Post by ty on Jan 20, 2013 23:57:30 GMT -5
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Flame and ember, burning and searing – pain radiating throughout my entire being, uncomfortable, some might believe but this kind of burning and pain made me feel alive. It was the essence of living – but I wasn’t really living at all, was I? But the burning kept me alert, it kept me angry. It fueled me – it drove me. Flame licked was my exterior, flame is what pumped through my veins, it exploded through my heart and was the very thing that was I. I accepted the burn, I embraced it, welcomed it even. I was a hellhorse, a flameridden beast from the very bowels of Hell. I had been sent with good reason – reason that changed me and molded me into the gorgeous pretty hate machine I was this very day. A century in the making and I was only going to grow more vicious and vivacious by the day and I fucking loved the idea of that. Every moment I spent in Hell, the more the heat and hatred consumed me. I was a vengeful beast, I would somehow have my revenge upon the beasts that cast me down here, but I should be thanking them. I would thank them by taking their lives – casting them down into the fury that was Hell. Sheol, it was my paradise. I loved everything about this place. I had no reason to stray far – no one to see, no one really knew of me, yet. I was still young, even at a Century old; I was still very much fresh meat. But still, I had become reclusive, too enamored and all consumed by my own anger and hatred; I forgot what it was like to be sociable… to be kind and even caring. I was simply out for my own good, for my own advancement. I would not hesitate to knock others out of my way to get what I wanted; what I most desired – the same that had been done to me. Who was to say that wouldn’t happen again. I’d be damned if I would give anyone the chance. My magenta eyes glaze over a moment as all these thoughts run through my head. Just what was it that I desired most? I hadn’t really thought about it. I desired protection – but I scoff at the idea of allowing another to protect me, to have any kind of power over me. I didn’t trust a soul; I had no reason to. My banners look ablaze as I walk, picking my way though the layered rock, cooled and now stable, the once liquid rock did flow through here. Now it was jagged and unforgiving. Settled and solid, its secret magma flowing just below the surface. It’s hot here, and I love it. I toss my head as the desires manifest in my head, I could feel myself growing excited. Yes. This was what I wanted. Why it had taken me so long to see, I hadn’t a clue. My eyes scour the landscape. This would be my new home, I would claim it. I would be the Demon Queen. I sneer, my red lips slipping just over my teeth, pulling back just slightly to reveal the white ivories. I dance lightly across the solid surfaces, my banshee’s scream announcing my claim as my long legs carry me about. My demon dance – the dance of a woman out for revenge, out for herself – merciless. I settle and take in all the sights, sounds and smells. The sulfur doesn’t bother me too much; it reminds me that I am in Hell, the stench that would always linger on my skin.
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