The lights have gone...

[dread_whispers]

Isn't it lovely?  The sun set forever, and a melancholy cloud fell on our heads.  The tick-tock heartbeat is slow and sad... it hears the whispers of things to come.

I've a home now... Gentleman Walter ought to collect his payment.  I wonder... is he still singing with the other piece's blood?

What thoughts my other half has!  Full of blood...

Comments

[tasteofgrief]

Did Angelus teach you this game, or is it one you learned to play on your own?

[dread_whispers]

Angelus taught me many games... how to break, how to bleed.

But this one is mine.

[tasteofgrief]

He broke you, didn't he? A welcoming present.

[dread_whispers]

He loved to break things. Piece by piece, laughing as they shattered and fell apart...

I miss him.

[tasteofgrief]

As I miss the world that was once mine.

He may well be dead, destroyed by the Wolf, Ram and Hart. Would you grieve for him if that is the case?

[dread_whispers]

I did not love what he was... the soul... it was false.

I grieve for Angelus... for Daddy. Not the false Angel.

[tasteofgrief]

If the "false" Angel is dead, your Angelus cannot come back. He will be dust, just as my army is.

[dread_whispers]

Dust... aren't we all?

Shhh... your words are hurtful. Hush.

[tasteofgrief]

It is not my concern if they hurt you.

[goddessdivia]

Step lightly, fallen God, hurting those in my favor inspires such rage on my part.

[tasteofgrief]

Threaten me as you like. It makes no difference.