10/16/2022  Waiting For Bestie To Get Home Blake's a nosy little freak, when it comes to Her Bestie, Her Wolf.  Who knows why.  Walking around in white bra and panties, Blake is, waiting for Bestie to come back home.  Time for some bottles of Corona.  Oh, so that's where all the bottles went! To the fridge she goes, opening it, letting the cold air meet her coldness.  So much delicious food, and Bestie's don't got the fresh rawness of the meat.  Got two bottles of Corona in hand and thinks about what to eat with it.  Her Bestie's such a good cook.  Gets to Blake, makes her stop feeding for real for her.  Making her Bestie's leftovers disappear is only one of Blake's freaky, nosey habits. It's cold, yet Blake's panties are wet, maybe Blake's been having some boys over while Bestie's out at work.  Or, maybe it's the other thing, you know, Bestie.  Bestie's hot steamy romance novel collection.  Or it's Blake's.  It gets hotter, Blake can feel her ass and the backs of her thighs warm.  Much like when she can hear her Bestie or read some of her Bestie's writes. A presence.  Someone who knows Bestie?  An invader.  Ices right back up.  The Corona bottles in her hand frost up.  Oh, Blake knows who it is now, this intruder.  Not that one guy, someone else.  Someone to kill Blake Knight. She can't tell sometimes.  Can't sense it.  See it coming?  Nope.  Maybe, maybe not.  She lets herself get distracted.  Maybe it's Bestie's power over her.  Maybe someone else.  She gets drawn to them as much as they get drawn to her.  Her ancient advesaries, the Universe Itself and Reality Itself. Hmm, how to explain this to Bestie.  Milk white eyes show.  That inhuman, crazed smile.  You know that new movie, Smile?  Ooo, how about Truth Or Dare? Blake lets the fridge door close.  Not another one.  This one enters, approaches her fine-ass backside.  Impatience, this Child of the Moon, like the OTHERS, are supposed to stop her.  They're supposed to slay her.  She's supposed to die.  Why can't THEY see that?! "The answer's simple, FUCKER.  It's because of you.  You made it happen before any of them were even born, were even created." She lets one bottle of Corona drop, it shatters, the scent of Mexico wafes up while Blake pops the cap and just chugs. She's patient.  She's done a lot.  Seduced them all.  Continued the corruption.  Never lost her way.  True to the way.  Showed the finger to the good ones, the holy ones, and the noble ones.  A girl's gotta have some fun along the way. "No take backs.  It's in YOUR rules." Empty bottle crashes to the floor.  Blake laughs.  Her claws come out. "Let's go, Stud.  Let's see whatcha got!" 10: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/16/2022  Battleworld Nightlife - Bad Habits She moves her bod to the music, her repeated presence and visits influencing the DJ's music choice.  She, along with certain kinds of women that the Empress knows, that've toured Battleworld.  It's a new world that seems to be going, getting traction, being visited by the adventurous sort of girls that have a past with the Pale Night. Who likes to get a white cocktail party dress going on?  Blake, that's who!  Moving  through the throng, she does, clapping her hands, moving her motherly cracked hips, her powerful legs from surfing, swimming, dancing, soccer, and volleyball carrying her along.  She's still got it. One soul after the other, this patchwork populous from pieces of multiverses crashing into each other from the Incursion gradually know who this dancing woman is.  Empress Blake Knight Von Doom.  Her white dress hugs her curves as much as a black one can, her moves brushing off the question of why not a black one, brushing more than that!  Against some party-going dancers of this club Blake found in one of the zones of her husband's world. Those that don't know who she is yet are wild with her.  Those that do, there's fear in their eyes.  But who fucking cares.  Her very aura, her power, that corrupting and seducing side of her pulls them right to her. Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran play.  Empress' request. It's a party going on.  A celebration.  They didn't die.  Battleworld survived.  Another scary incursion didn't happen.  The song's loud, hypnotic, upbeat, and so very Blake's song.  She moves, surrounded by men, by women, cause she's bi, you know.  Some just plain normal.  Most are superpowered, heroes, villains, just trying to survive.  It's fucked up when your home universe decides to crash into another, isn't it? Fuck, Blake just loves this song.  IT'S SO HER.  She's got her drinks on.  Got a strange addiction to Aviation Gin.  Go figure.  She's drinking a lot.  By herself.  No guards.  No escort.  Just being a normal citizen.  What she's got in mind though, might get her in trouble with the Sheriff and his Deputy.  Awe, oh well! Don't be shy, loves.  Dance with me.  I like to dance.  Empress wants to, she wants it, so let's dance.  So, they dance, mm, this song's so her.  Bad habits, her bad habits are so bad, yet they're so, so fucking good.  Dance, dance, dance, she's got her eyes closed now, her arms in the air, her hips moving with some superhero's hips who's got some powers.  Mm, he's sexy and feels so good. The music moves her, the lyrics enthrall her, and faces flash in front of her.  Victor, Cetrion, Kylee, Nyghtwolfe, Spark, Robert, her Wolf, her gods, Jamal, LeeAnn, her children, her very precious daughter, so many faces.  Close to her by like.  More closer to her in desire.  The song gets going, more faces, her FOREVERS, and her people on Battleworld. The population of Battleworld increased.  Some didn't survive, they didn't escape, they got eaten by this terrible thing of horror.  Mama didn't get Beyonder.  Didn't like these invaders escaping.  Just one little bite, just one taste.  What're they to do now, after seeing their leader die?  So, an incursion did happen, in a way.  Mm, feels so good, you do.  So strong, so full of power, whoever you are.  Blake turns slowly, hip to hip, move to move, like they're gonna fuck soon. One of the invaders.  Blake knew it.  One of the faces she saw on the battlefield that escaped, that were allowed to live by either her or her husband.  Poor, poor, poor thing, you've lost your home, yet you've found a new one, but I'm still fucking pissed. Her serrated knife appears in her right hand.  The shock in this one's eyes never registered.  Murderous intent.  Vengeance taken.  Message sent.  Black blood sprays upon her face.  Mm, black blood.  Milky white cannibalistic eyes watch where the blade sank into deep.  No, not even picked it up, did ya, baby?  Bad habits, indeed.  See?  She's right in wearing white.  The song's still going on, she's dancing, tiny infinite droplets of black blood cover her.  All those faces of those so very close to her dancing all around with her in her mind. Mine, mine, mine. Touch them, I cut, I eat. Mm, this one's so sexy.  Wait, baby, don't give into the shock, I still wanna dance with you.  She cuts, cuts, and cuts.  And no, she's not a Zombie from beyond the Wall.  She's not a vampire.  She's not undead.  She's worse.  Like she's fucking him and riding him, but maybe not, she's biting deep into that wound and fucking eating fresh meat.  Mm, this one's got some power.  Someone nameless to her, but if he's got a famous name, who cares.  Let THEIR new citizens know that Battleworld will be defended. The song ends. She's done. The body falls to the floor. They scream. Her white dress turns black. Skillful knifeplay still moves her hand. The song's stuck in her head. She's licking her lips. Blood's everywhere. Someone calls for the Sheriff. That's her cue. She's gone. 09: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/12/2022  Enjoy the view, love? See ya, love ;) Don't ya just hate spies? 08: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/11/2022  Slaying Rage Victor's exquisite voice inside her mind.  It's such an exquisite sounding voice, isn't it?  Feels so good.  Makes her shiver straight down to her twitching, wet cunt. Rage rises from Blake though, rage from her husband's words.  She really wants this world, this world of these invaders who dare come.  Because only Victor notices, she still remains undetected, the looming coming of Galactus getting all their attention. Since her first sights are on the now dead Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, and James Rhoades in Iron Man's armor, she takes these two as hers.  Victor dealt with their flesh, the Pale Night will deal with their souls. The rest?  Her furious consumption of them begins the moment Victor triggers her.  There are two versions of Empress Blake Knight Von Doom, Pale Night incarnate.  Two versions that possess horrific powers she has used on everyone, which gave her more powers.  Like a necromantic tornado, she's a blur with her most preferred form of combat of mobility and her claws.  No longer she's in her fine-ass fleshy host, no longer can she really be seen at all.  Necromancy attacks flesh, her veil being pulled back for her gaze, she goes at all of them and rushes down into their very gaze, to their very souls.  A storm of white and black, a swarm of ravens of dual colors, attack.  She wants them all, yet maybe some will have the strength to escape, maybe some she lets live.  She wants this Beyonder too, and she's making her way towards this foolish child, yet this child belongs to Victor's wrath.  Nevertheless, she still makes her way towards Beyonder.  Hungry, Blake's so hungry, she's kept her cravings secret and sated for so long.  Such empowered flesh that's before her, behind pretty looking pieces of armor and magic. No, she's not a zombie.  She's not a vampire.  She's a human, this fleshy host is, who chose this dark path for power.  Do they notice now?  With ancient primeval magic behind her from the Abyss itself, with Chaos magic behind her, from the very first Necromancy magic behind her, she EATS.  Flesh is consumed, souls are eaten, claimed for her gallery of FOREVERS from those who are overwhelmed by it all, from those who are distracted from Galactus' feeding. Some might survive, many will disappear.  Galactus can have this doomed Battleworld imposter, the Pale Night will have these very first souls.  The bodies of James Rhoades and the Wolverine disappear, more of them disappear.  A demon power so horrofic then engages the ones who resist, who wield their technology, magic, and will upon her with her utter magic, cosmic, and Abyssal might. Just a little bite of this child, MY LOVE.  Just one little bite.  Just a taste.  This is what she's thinking now while she gets closer to Beyonder's backside when she witnesses God Emperor Victor Von Doom, HER HUSBAND, deal with this Beyonder. 02: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/09/2022  Hi, Brucy, Baby! +Fingers some of the bloody throat flesh back into her mouth after biting deeply into the pathetic Brucy/Psycho Brucy/Psycho Batman who's got a problem with lesbians.+  Well, that was underwelming.  Maybe Nina B will taste better.  No, I'm not fully dike yet, baby.  Oh, baby, I don't need proof, I have it.  If you're saying that you're retired, stay retired, baby.  Thanks for leaving more proof on my status, baby. 03: PM 1 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 2 Kudos

10/08/2022  Interrupting Her Schemes Standing under the shower.  Shameless.  Dealt with Doom's wrath, dealt with James', with her plans still set, her schemes unchanged.  She still continues, with this man, and this one.  More and more, with this one soon enough, after she's finished with the operation upon him. What is it that they don't get?  Demons corrupt, seduce, tempt, tease, trick, lie, steal, and destroy.  Mortals are the easier of targets.  They're the pure of souls, the most tasty.  Higher entities of virtue, the divines, those who represent something higher in this Creation of theirs with the energy they stole from the Abyss to keep their Creation train going, it's something that the Pale Night's not gonna forget. Victor tells her to her face, another Incursion, another Battleworld?  Plays with her hair still, unflinching, isn't fazed.  Wow!  Really!  A little bit too soon, but okie-dokie, Baby. Her ultimate scheme, THE SCHEME, that belongs to her, not yet revealed.  Water shut off, Pale Night incarnate steps out of the shower, taking a break from lounging around and watching the Civil War upon Battleworld begin, because of her.  Now, another Incursion, from another Battleworld.  Beyonder's Battleworld.  It's not like the Pale Night is not aware of this Battleworld or of Beyonder. Striding from her lavish bath to her bedroom, choosing which fashionable dress or gown to wear, she is still not making her way to the lifecraft or to the front.  She knows Susan will.  She knows others will, like her men upon Battleworld, and her girls. She's actually annoyed by this point.  A wrinkle to her scheme.  Everything's that's been happening on her and Victor's Battleworld, because of her shameless doing, she's been enjoying. Someone or two approaches her bare backside while she decides what to wear.  It's two of her attendants upon Battleworld, a young man and a young woman.  They inform her of what's going on.  For her to really do anything, to really act, would reveal herself and her true power and nature.  She has her secrets and her one secret above all is her utter scheme for the entire Multiverse.  All of it. Empress Blake Knight Von Doom listens and puts something on while her gaze directs out towards the scenery beyond her balcony.  While it's true that her Cosmic Energy she got from her husband, God Emperor Doom, won't work on the other Battleworld, she has her own Cosmic Energy as well as her own power, magic, and energy. She vanishes.  Then she reappears behind the invaders, within the ranks of the invaders.  Part of the Pale Night's power is it's nigh impossible to detect her, to even find her, to find out about of her.  A curse, really, yet Pale Night embraces it as one of her powerful weapons.  So, Empress Blake Knight Von Doom watches things unfold wearing a black gown. Maybe she's wearing white.  Two sides of her there are, dark and light. Silence.  Standing there.  Watching her husband kill James Rhodes and the Wolverine. Her gaze moves across all the invaders.  Both of her hands flick in movement a little.  Underneath the Battleworld she's Empress of, awaits her work.  No, not the Zombies across the Wall.  HER work.  Nearby across the sky and the stars of the Battleworld she's Empress of, awaits the mouth of the Abyss, mouth and tongues and tendrils of raw Chaos.  Hordes of demons await, HER demons, from HER womb, from HER work. I want this world, Victor. Not to rule, for her husband's Battleworld is the true Battleworld to her. To EAT. 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

07/21/2022  Role Sought Hello, Loves.  Are you looking for a write?  Do you have a hero-type character you'd like to bring back to life?  Someone on the side of good, of faith, or misguided religious worship of divines on the side of good and holy?  Are you looking for an evil character to face?  To try to stop, to fight against, to vanquish, or to banish?  To kill even with your mighty sword?  ;)  I'm looking for such a role to be filled, loves.  I'm looking for a connection like this to share and build, allowing us to have plain hack 'n slash, good vs. evil FUN.  Do you want to have fun here?  Male or female, I don't care.  It's not anything sexual at all, unless you want it to be.  ;)  I, myself, after all loves, am a corrupting force that's gonna try because that's how Pale Night rolls and it's fun when we actually play our character's innate self to the T.  One on one, or maybe you got some like-minded misguided allies to form an adventuring party, we can have an orgy, erm, I mean play, write, and rumble in a blog for the fate of your world, or maybe you've got a love one's soul you'd like to free from my GALLERY of fallen heroes.  I'm just throwing out some ideas loves ;)  Hit me up if you're interested and don't forget to WRITE with MY FOREVERS.  They're good writers with interesting characters.  Thanks LOVES!  ;) 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

07/21/2022  The Love of the Pale Night The Love of the Pale Night Man:  Love me.  Choose me.  I don't feel the love.  You can change.  Oh, maybe you can change.  Why do you have to be so cold?  Why can't your heart melt?  No one else can have you.  I've done all these things for you.  Put me on top.  Your flesh is mine.  Your womb is mine.  No one can touch you. Pale Night:  What is Love?  I came from the Abyss.  I came first.  My kind came first.  My children came first.  What are you talking about?  I am to breed.  I am the Mother of Demons.  I am here to unleash horrors upon the worlds of your divines.  I corrupt.  I destroy.  Were you not paying attention when I was here last?  It was all over my flawless face, my soulless eyes, written all over my sexual host Blake Knight. More of man's words continue.  Strong, hot ends of fingers grasping at her flesh that's so cold.  Her perfect host.  Sexual, seductive, heartless, soulless, corruptive, hungry, sadistic, emasculating, murderess, and destructive.  It was all over her smile and written in her eyes.  It was there on her first page, in her first pics.  Then it was renewed on her second page, in her next pics. Silky words of MAN'S attempted courting.  Loving touches that hid obvious sexual desires, which only fed her hunger, the pretty seductress' hunger. Blake Knight:  Mm, give me what I need, what I want.  I'll say anything.  I'm a demon.  I'm right here.  I'm only here.  Yet, her suitors copy themselves and are everywhere else.  Still, while they whisper their loving words that tickle her ears and their strong caress warms her cool flesh, her cold and dark heart that's quite undead starts to melt.  That's kinda bad.  For MAN.  Melting through Blake Knight, touching Pale Night, her heart skips a beat once more.  Except, it's always skipped a beat.  Mother of Demons, from the Abyss, was present at Satan's and Lucifer's fall, watched Creator Divines create, was rutting and breeding before you were even born. Blake Knight:  By the way, I'm bisexual too, I like girls. Man:  He keeps trying.  Whispers sweet nothings in her ear.  Recites LOVE in her ear.  Touches her flesh with love. Pale Night:  I am an ancient primeval demon.  What is marriage?  What is monogomy? The courting continues.  HE'S close to HER.  His face in the crook of her neck.  Her hand at the back of his head.  She whispers back.  Her seduction's more stronger.  Her words and touch have more effect.  Fear not, though, BABY.  You've melted me. Bad for you, BABY.  Good for you too.  TWISTED.  Drawing them into her own Rabbit Hole.  Places for her FOREVERS already set.  If not for her fleshy face, they'd already be there, in HER GALLERY.  Her lesbian crushes TOO.  Not the gallery that's for her enemies.  This gallery's for her FOREVERS.  By now, ALL of them have already felt.  It's her eyes.  Those eyes. Pushed her so hard and too much, finally putting a melting dent in her heart, this woman creature you're dealing with is ancient and primeval. I'd advise you not to think I'm a normal human girl with naive hearts in my eyes that's not blind to your ways, BABY. By the way, exceptions are allowed, BABY. By the way, BABY, I'm bisexual. By the way, BABY, I'm playing this character to the T and how I'm imagining her to be. By the way, BABY, I'm EVIL, yet you've made my cold heart a flutter. 04: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

07/15/2022  Young Blake Knight - Part 1: Featuring Lynne Kastellanos, Daughter of the Moon Out of Character Note:  Lynne's inclusion of her character is by her permission.  She asked me to write up a story of our character's younger selves.  She has my original.  I cleaned some things up, rewrote some lines, added some more. The universe groans and reality crinkles.  At midnight, there are two girls, two friends shined by the bright light of a full pale moon, walking home from somewhere.  The night and the moon merging together as one.  The Pale One is awakening.  It is happening right now or it will soon happen in the next coming nights.  The coming of age of a witch, and no matter what is done to stop it, it is still going to happen, the horrorific coming of the Pale Night. Then there is the Daughter of the Moon.  A Lone Wolf.  Orphaned, a passion in her heart, stars in her eyes, love in her soul.  Twisted from the storms to be sure, restless underneath the skin, but part of the natural order of the world.  She is not the threat.  She may be the savior.  Her awakening coinciding with that of the Pale One. Face to face, side by side, hand in hand, at a privileged school they are always are.  Their uniforms are not exactly uniform.  Both are rebels.  The pale one has that innocence still.  A pact made, Blake Knight has a serrated knife in her right hand, and in the other is young Lynne Kastellanos' left hand.  Their pact of friendship, their "Bloody Handshake". Blake raises her knife to their hands.  The two of them are close, often having disagreements with each other, able to influence each other enough.  Maybe that has changed ever since their appropriate ages of awakening.  They are both good girls, they are not bad girls, each one keeping the other from the edge. Ice cold, razor sharp edge slices into their flesh, those pretty eyes of blue ice gazing into those pretty wolf hues.  The Pale Witch caught the Lone Wolf in the act.  The Lone Wolf caught the Pale Witch in the act.  Which one was more disturbing?  First Blake's flesh, slow, letting the serrated edge give light kisses along her palm.  Keeps her gaze on her friend's face, raises her friend's hand while pulling it close.  Then Lynne's flesh of her palm, just as slow, maybe a bit deep. Experimenting in pain Blake Knight has done since practicing witchcraft.  With the witch inside her awakening, she recognizes the wolf inside her friend.  Their pact, their "Bloody Handshake", to help one another when they need it.  Maybe to find each other when it is needed.  Contact with her friend's gaze still, they shake hands, Blake's odd smile beginning. They shake hands.  Then Blake squeezes their bloody hands together, Blake pulls on her friend's hand hard, bringing their young teen bods together.  Their "Bloody Handshake", Blake Knight's spell, witch and wolf bonded.  An ice cold gaze frozen with budding bisexuality dives down into those shy wolf hues.  The teen witch stares into the eyes of HER wolf, HER friend, HER Lynne.  A kiss almost shared, almost taken by Blake, that odd smile of Blake's remaining. How did Lynne Kastellanos respond at the end of this?  What happened next?  Did things change between them after this pact on the next school day?  Maybe Blake and Lynne are the only ones that know for the UNIVERSE and REALITY itself always remains scared when it comes to the Pale One. The two girls are interrupted.  They are accousted.  They are being bothered by a boy or two, who look more like men.  A look being pulled away from HER Lynne, it is maybe this night that Lynne has an up close and personal view of Blake Knight's budding necromancy and cannibalistic hunger. 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

07/04/2022  The Awakening: Part 1 Possession.  That's her M.O.  Though, she is a capable and deadly combatant in her incorporeal form, she's even more deadly when possessing the more skilled and powerful of a party, using all their strengths against their comrades, using them to utter ruin.  The same applies in the bedroom too, using their bodies for maximum pleasure, just feeling them get ravaged for her pleasure.  Her kind of possession is quite unique.  She can possess mere mortals, like anykind of humanoid or non-humanoid race, humans are her fave by the way, yet she can possess the more powerful ones too.  The undead somehow, angels, demons, and the divines somehow, and so many others. Humans, blonde women to be exact, with killer bods are her secret itch.  Like this one, a skilled fighter with a sword, unable to resist cutting her comrades to pieces.  Her soul taken, her mind being smothered, with something white and made of cloth, pulled by claws that feel like being strangled by something like a twisted sheet around the throat.  Over her face too, and she tries to scream, but she can't, she's losing consciousness, barely hearing the screams of her comrades while she's killing them, unable to see but black silhoettes through what can only be a white sheet.  She's one of their point fighters, not a tank though like they've acquired from the inn they stayed the night in, like the big rageful barbarian or that dwarven fighter. The first one that she killed was their wizard, quickly decapitating him right away.  She wasn't herself even before that.  She couldn't watch, it was that quick, only hear.  She was being violated, made to do things, made to kill.  Utter evil took her over, soulless and depraved, with a purpose.  OH, GODS, HELP ME. Too late.  Pale Night laughs and she mocks.  This party interrupted the anti-thesis party that has gathered.  An evil party dedicated to the dark and evil gods who's memory items were gathered here, wherever here is.  Another powerful demon from the Abyss has memory items here too, part of a collection of relics placed here.  Pale Night is not a part of it, any of it, yet an item dedicated to her is mixed up in this.  Even in the Old Ages, they have her confused with something else, the evil ones think she is like the rest of the demons, like the rest of her children.  Even then, her designs changed.  She is the Mother of Demons.  She BREEDS. Even still, THAT is not her true desire, her true design for this world and the next, and for all the worlds and realms.  More blood Pale Night feels on this pretty's cheek.  Right through the heart, with both hands gripping this most holy infused handle of the sword, she is grinning at the comrade she just murdered.  Mm, a pretty paladin of a man, with such a pretty face.  Armor so polished, vanity does that to ya, when Pale Night sees a reflection of a symbol from it not from the Abyss, but from Hell.  Mm, Lucifer, now that brings back memories. Twisting the sword, giving it rough to the paladin, actually shaking in pleasure and feeling her loins get wet from it, and from the battle, Pale Night turns around and without care pulls the sword free.  She sees where she is at, ignoring the paladin's dying breath, her eyes all milky white and maybe already snatching the paladin's soul.  Sneering at what she is seeing, this collection of different kinds of evil with something from Hell added.  The sooner she kills everyone here, the sooner she will go back to slumber. Leave me alone.  Don't bother me.  Why are you bothering me?  Not that many of the pure ones left.  Pale Night's killing them.  The possession happened in the middle of a fight, a fight between good and evil that is not gonna be documented this night, except by these fools' divines, if they are even paying attention and not fattening themselves on their sins.  Wink, grin, licks lips, corruption so easy with the divines you know.  So, just because, cause that is the kind of bitch she is now, she locks on to the nearest evil one getting in on the action.  Pale Night sees an assassin.  Must have been quite a sight to see a pretty fighter knight kind of girl turn on her own party and murder. He is cute too.  Eyes quickly search for that holy symbol.  Which one is it that this one prays to?  Too late.  Why did Pale Night pick this girl she just possessed?  Well, she is a very skilled fighter and really skilled with this sword, her sword and armor are enchanted, she has some fancy magical boots, and she is a capable sorceress.  After gutting that assassin deep and bloody, she is turning around and casting a spell of utter fire and exploding it everywhere and on everyone. The screams, the blood, her back to the assassin and she gives it that extra shove with the sword, feeling the assassin's blood run down the holy handle.  The fire consumes her host while she gets more wet, lingering still to feel so much sensations.  Pale Night grins, hearing this girl whimper, pray to her divinity.  Oh, my pretty, I took your flesh, now I take your soul. BOOM.  Screams not heard.  In some forgotten city in the past on some world, the earth shook underneath an innocent-looking temple that has with it a dark and terrible secret.  No one even knows.  It took the priests the next day to know, the good ones that is, the ones who weren't part of whatever cult was happening.  They kept it a secret.  The divinities, the demons who were worshiped underneath the temple, do they know?  Who knows with them.  If they do, they really do not know who was truly responsible for the deaths of their good and evil children. Pale Night is dead.  Pale Night is forgotten.  Pale Night is a myth.  Pale Night does not exist. Thank the UNIVERSE.  Thank REALITY.  Thank your own CREATION. Muah! 04: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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