# 213

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

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