In my crippled mind, a cruel combatant of all time stands before me, his sword raised. He ended my life earlier, by making me experiance what his methods of torture were. He has introduced me to my own substance abuse; false love. His name is that of my universal second life; Sir Arkydan Enkriptt. This name haunts me. It haunts whoever truly loves me. Only the brave see into my soul and into the entire story; the story of the other twenty-one sides of my soul. He gropes his blade, willingly waiting to strike me after ending the lives of my dearly beloved; my true friends. One by one they fell, before I was targeted. And here I kneel to him, my life ended, waiting certain death...
And when the blade makes contact with my neck, reality seems to catch up with my racing thoughts, and as my heart beats rapidly, I truly see the Angel of Death, inching his way ever so slowly towards me...waiting to devour me. And there is nothing to do to prevent these horrid nightmares. To my beloved malignancies...
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The Judgment of Regal
Secretly, I don't have secrets.
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
--Arkydan-- King of Kings-- The Infinitely Burning King of Flames
Happily watching the games.
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]