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Fire and Brimstone

She was born out of hatred and intense desire for revenge

Her heart hides a thousand secrets, destructive, manipulative.

She is the nameless ghost of the past, a nebulous creature wandering the terra firma of mortals for centuries, elusive.

She is the evil incarnate, banished from hell, coveted the freedom of human, envied the innocence of men.

Her soul emanates darkness, of famine, of death, her hands as cold as her heart know no mercy, no compassion, only the thirst to destroy, the hunger to devastate.

She feeds on the fragile minds of the weak, tears the limbs of her enemy, curses the names of divine entities.

Her soul will burn in the depths of hell, but she will take you with her, she will not suffer alone.

43 thoughts on “Fire and Brimstone

      1. Just fabulous! Life is great and still an adventure. Plus, I am anxiously awaiting presents for Christmas 🙂
        How about you? Is life leaving smiles on your lips, flower petals in your path, and love in your heart?

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      2. Good to know that, Will. Haha. Not really excited for Christmas but I get by. There’s quite a few thorns all over the path I walk on but I’m not weak anymore so I’ll push through.

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