My Dearest, My DearestMy Dearest, My DearestMy dearest, my dearest, how fair you are. With your silky white skin, and hair dark as tar. Every morning you come out and sing, you voice howls and calls for a ring. A ring, fashioned of an angel's skin, swirled together and formed by sin. The stone, composed of a vampire's blood, must be three centimeters wide, otherwise it's a dud. The ring is lost, for it cursed and dead. The only wearer had lost her head. She was a dark queen who ruled lands with the dead, but alas they betrayed her and severed her head.How sad, how sad, my beloved still wails. Her body is weak, so bony and frail. The final thing she asks of me is to retrieve the ring, from beneath the sea. In the end I do not care for this wench, I've lied, cheated, and stolen her soul, which is worth more than a bullion of gold. For I am simply greed, with a touch of lust, I am unstoppable, I do what I must. And to all who read this do not be deceived, the human mind is easy for me to achieve.
2P! England: Why Hello There, Love2P! England: Why Hello There Love Well, what do we have here, a lovely creature with such delicate fair skin, how beautiful you are in the pale moonlight. Oh, don't be frightened now, all I want to do is hear you scream and see your blood drip down your neck, slowly. Please stay where you are, I don't want to make any more slices in your skin than I have to, after all, you are quite gorgeous. Oh, what's this? A plead for forgiveness? So sorry love, but too many have have tried that. I ended up stuffing them through shredders, which I don't think you deserve. You deserve a slow and beautiful death, one beginning with small slices on your skin, and ending with a stab in your throat, followed by a crimson kiss. Or maybe I'm just lying to you, it all depends on your decision, either stop moving, or have me tear your soul apart.
Fallen You Are, Our Sister.Fallen you are, our sister.Your golden hair whips and slashes your rotting rosy skin, wishing to have life.You have betrayed us, both your tainted soul and lustful body.Dear sister, you have disappointed us in your existence.We hoped for a better sibling to bless the cursed family, but alas another vile succubus was born.Oh my dear, we hope you receive all the guilt and suffering you gave us.All the nights of endless abuse and torture you forced upon your victims and your siblings you will pay for dearly.Our suffering caused your laughter, how terrifying it was to hear your screeches and howls.And now dear sister, it is we who will simply laugh at your agony, and hope to never see you again.
Rest in Peace, JokerRest in Peace, Joker. ***This does contain spoilers to the ending of "Batman Arkham City."*** The mourning is hidden by a cloak of death. The figure weeps in silence as he carries the corpse through the streets of Hell. Sadness and awe fill the minds of all who watch. The corpse is placed on the hood of the car. "What happened?" The figure leaves without answering. Only he could make the dead man's world seem right, only he could make the darkness bright.Rest in Peace, Joker.
Tears of Agony"Tears of Agony" Dripping on the table, like falling stars from above.Clear like crystal gems, glistering in the moonlight.Something like this, can never been seen, nor felt.These are pure Tears of Agony.