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I shouldn’t crave him…but I do… I will make him mine… And then, I’ll reap his soul, and it might be my undoing. My life is pretty simple. I kill for money, indulge my deepest desires, and fulfill my role as a reaper of souls. Like most of my kind, I’m always searching for a way to rid myself of the numbness that comes with being a supernatural creature, going through the motions as we dance with immortality. I had given up hope of ever feeling true emotions ever again… Until him…my muse. From the very first note he ensnared me, making me feel things I haven’t felt in over a century, if ever. With his music he gave me his consent, to follow, to crave, to take and the more I get to know my little muse, the more his darkness calls to mine. I will have him…even if it kills us both. |
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I craved him…so I stalked him…
I wanted him so I made him mine… And now, I’ll risk it all, including my sanity, to try and keep him, even of it means trying to defy Death himself. From that very first note, me and my muse became entwined in each other’s destiny, and with each kiss, each touch, each time I claimed his body as mine, I became even more addicted to him. I once thought that I was born to kill, but I was made to be consumed by him. It’s like his music revived me from the endless numbness of immortality and try as I might, I can’t let him go… He belongs to me…my muse. And I’ll fight like hell to keep him. |
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