.// the sky sheds tears of l i g h t n i n g .

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TEARSOFLIGHTNING

The devil hath tagged me Noi;
He created me five turns ago
He pricked me with his needle and I leaked the blood of the impure arabian
His corpse maidens wove me with estrogen
He stretched to a towering 15.2 hh
He draped me in rags of a similar ebon hue
I am plagued with stains of nothingness
He taught me to bare loyalty and respect only to those of the dark allegiance
Here I am. This is me.

Noi
I've been heartbroken like anyone and left out in the cold,
And these lightning tears of mine streak the parted skies in gold,
And I am unable to fend for myself tonight,
So I'll sit in the rain, and maybe catch a lonely ride on a lightning strike,
And I'll say but a few simple words, 'Hold on tight'.

<sub>The weather was angry, and for once her favored element had at long last arrived. Stinging precipitation clung to her tarnished cloaks as her shackles harvested long since deceased emerald, though now beige blades. The liquid element poured like hail, though crystallized and liquidated into the forbidden tears of the heavens. Every time it rained in Hades' great time with Persephone, the gods weeped over their loss of a potential goddess. The pain in the heavens caused the ess to cringe with pleasure as the cold, stinging liquid dribbled down her scorched skeletal like blood from her opponent. Ah yes, the pleasure of Hades was sinking into her. It was eating away at her, and her long lost sanity. Her soul, however, was locked up in a special room inside of her. Behind many in penetrable walls and significantly strong bars. It danced on a short chain, looking for a way to one day surface her and claim her sins, devour them, and return her to her supposed 'home'. She would forever hide her soul, however. And the beast of her would forever proclaim it his fugitive.

Her shackles continued to harvest dead elements, as precipitation fell upon all who welcomed it. The devil's day had come, and navy perched high in the sky, blanketing the earth and hiding it from protective eyes blinking down from the heavens. Apollo was out of order, and it was now Lucifer's time to rule and release his sins in defiance upon all those who defied him, and embrace those who embraced him. The night tyrant had arrived, and his shift would not cease 'till the breaking of dawn. Noi, as she was called, broke into a sullen smile at this thought as she stood solemnly on muddy turf.

After a brief cackle, the wretch stood motionless. One would have mistaken her for a statue, if they didn't know her well enough. She was nothing of the likes. She would not rust beneath the elements, or tarnish beneath Apollo's great wrath. She was forever strong, and strong she would be until she unwillingly fell. She held her guard close at all times, and refused to lower it 'till she was forced to do so. She held no expression, no emotion upon her upper facade. Only something truly dark and amusing could change her listless expression. She had an eery aura about her that often times felt to one like death creeping up their stalks, and claiming them unexpectedly. Even her voice was mysterious and eery. The most spooky aspect of her appearance, however, was how her eyes were constantly fogged, denying anyone passage further than the window to view her soul. Her eyes were never to be the window to her soul. No-one could see it, or anything else in those black orbs of nothingness. She held nothing of importance in them, and that was what was so peculiar about her.

She stood silent and motionless, not bothering to let out a scream of distress. She'd wait for someone to find her. It was weak enough that she was even cowering to this level to be claimed by a pharaoh who would bring her to his own dynasty. She saw this practice as a low for females, to bow beneath any male who thought himself superior. She'd die before she'd take anything less than an equal spot to whoever thought themselves worthy in her presence. She'd take nothing less than the higher archee on.</sub>

And after a few falls here and there, eventually I'll learn to never let go.

TEARSOFLIGHTNING

[[.x.] Freedom [.x.]]

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[[.x.] Freedom [.x.]]

Fear Him
Love Him
Hate Him
For He Could Care Less.
He Shall Be...

His daggers walked through the damp forest. The tree's branches seemed to be a cover from the precipitation. It was ptich dark in the forest along with the outside. Though, he still walked. He had just arrived 'pond this land and was already ready to claim vixens. He never though of his vixens as slaves, only as simple mares in a herd. They gave repect to him, he gave protection to them. For him, that was fair. He never gave anything more to them. Why should he?

Demon only thought as mares mostly to cary on his blood lines. He never thought about love, nor that he needed a queen. The only thing he would do is pick his strongest mare in the group that would help him if someone came to attack. She would also keep everyone in line. Though, he would never love her more than his other mares.

The brute finally stopped as he saw a opening in the forest. He decided hew would come out. There was bound to be more mares out of the forest. The brute walked from the forest cover clancing around. The precipitation tung his eyes but he still walked. He could smell a wrench aroung, somewhere. She seemed to be of the darqs. but he was never too sure.

He walked till the scent of the mare came closer. He still never cantered to her. He had no rush to get there. He was sure she would still be there by the time he got there. He finally was a figure. A figure of a wrench. A smirk came 'pond his maw. He walked up behind her then around to her aud Hello, wrench he hissed slightly.

Midnight Demon
Demon Of The Night