#94
Hair, hands, face, everything that I am. Just like it was during the second war... Do you remember, Nanatsusaya? Hell and Heaven were trembling when I was one with the battlefield. You were at my right hand, Lucifer; it wasn't freedom what we were together, we were death and despair, destruction and fear. Above and below, there were only corpses ahead.
But my resolve, it falttered.
I don't want to bathe today, Rosiel, I was never as clean as I am today. Does the blood of angels taste different than their flesh?
But my resolve, it falttered.
I don't want to bathe today, Rosiel, I was never as clean as I am today. Does the blood of angels taste different than their flesh?