Mar 22, 2011 23:58
When my muse picks up this song:
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line
Arm yourself because no one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?
The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
And if you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing
I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Then you yourself but if you must pretend
You may meet your end
I reserve the right to be disturbed. Especially since that's my main villain who in this verse is a demon... that hangs out in the back of my main's head, trying to tempt him. Since he was like seven. And no one else knows they're stuck with this demon constantly mindfucking with them. Demon showed up, looked at that song and went, "Yeah, you're putting that on repeat and it's mine." I do so love it sometimes when characters define themselves through songs...
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