08-23-2011, 02:59 PM
Vincent stood there. His red eyes flashed reflected flames, before him burning heaps of people and other flammable objects.
"What the here?" he joked apathetically. His rasp, monotone voice spoke to no one as he continued his nonchalant gait through the fields of third degree burns.
Slung over his shoulder was a small bag of food, his left hand holding tight to it, and in his right hand, he held to Muramasa as he always did--it was one of his habits.
Vincent's feminine light red eyes scanned left to right, viewing the whole school.
Before him stood his greatest journey of all, to become King of the Seventh Circle, and eventually the strongest fighter in all of Hell. The whole thing seemed daunting to him, like facing an army of COMPETENT warriors. "Har," he thought, "the only competent warriors I know were killed. By me."
His four wings eased into a fold, and he took on his characteristic gait into the academy--where he'll meet his new rivals.
"What the here?" he joked apathetically. His rasp, monotone voice spoke to no one as he continued his nonchalant gait through the fields of third degree burns.
Slung over his shoulder was a small bag of food, his left hand holding tight to it, and in his right hand, he held to Muramasa as he always did--it was one of his habits.
Vincent's feminine light red eyes scanned left to right, viewing the whole school.
Before him stood his greatest journey of all, to become King of the Seventh Circle, and eventually the strongest fighter in all of Hell. The whole thing seemed daunting to him, like facing an army of COMPETENT warriors. "Har," he thought, "the only competent warriors I know were killed. By me."
His four wings eased into a fold, and he took on his characteristic gait into the academy--where he'll meet his new rivals.
A Dark Angel is set on fire
With burning love and desire
This feeling she never knew before
Yet her mind is asking for more
Rotten and dark she is inside
A fallen angel of the night
She curses for the feeling she calls Love
It makes her like an Angel from above
Yet her heart holds it light
Because that's what comforts her through the night
This fallen that you see
Is the soul that hides inside me.
With burning love and desire
This feeling she never knew before
Yet her mind is asking for more
Rotten and dark she is inside
A fallen angel of the night
She curses for the feeling she calls Love
It makes her like an Angel from above
Yet her heart holds it light
Because that's what comforts her through the night
This fallen that you see
Is the soul that hides inside me.