| Griffinhart stood up straight.
"I... I am..."
Why was he hesitating? The words were simple. The Final Warrior.
"I am Raphael Griffinhart. As for where you are, you have as much of an idea as I do, Miss...?"
He wasn't shy, that was sure. And dead hearts can't love nor lust. Had he forgotten who he was, and why he had come back? Or maybe he really was shy. She seemed so innocent.
"Take her. Take her! Takehertakehertakeher! Set your jaws on the slender neck of hers, show her the ecstasy that you can give! Tear her open and drain her dry, listen to her screams of pain and pleasure! Tear her head off and bathe in her BLOOD!"
"Hush, Demonchild, lest it be your head I choose to remove."
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |