Take my hand...

[sorcererstrange]

"Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people."
-Aliester CrowleyDeath is a patient mistress. Mortals (and though they deny this, most immortals) all eventually come to her in the end. Kicking and screaming, penitent and passive, serene and at peace, they all come

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[marvel_cosmic]

Lay your head upon my bosom Stephen Strange. Your trials are ended and a heroes rest awaits you.

[sorcererstrange]

The voice is dulcet and loving. He only dimly recognizes whom it is that beckons for his surrender. Even then, that detail seems so inconsequential.

He would let go now...allow himself to stretch out upon the wind and fade away. Something gives him pause however. The light in his breast is determined to goad his weary heart and the ankh upon his brow will not be ignored.

[marvel_cosmic]

Let go of your burdens and they will let go of you.

[sorcererstrange]

Burdens..so many burdens upon his shoulders. To be free of all that weight...