Sep 05, 2008 23:35
He's here.
The pulse of life festering.
My promise and my fight undone.
Stay out of my way and don't search for me. I'd want to be left alone.
This isn't what I planned.
He must be returned to end our accursed thirst.
Lucifer already knows.
Forgive me, Savior.
(Ooc; Alexiel's mood? Think about Katrina. Warning/heads up for everyone who would search for her)
moody weather,
rosiel