Story of The Fallen Knight III Story of the Fallen Knight Part 3 As general of the hells Azrael brought death to mortals, angels, and demon for more than a thousand years. He was a plague of death. Even the Demon King fell to his blade. He laid waste to men, women, cities, and whole armies, but in all the slaughter there was one enemy that he had not come face to face with. Azrael was walking alone in the mortal realm. He had found his way to the remains of a city that he had destroyed but a few days ago. As he entered the city he foundStory of The Fallen Knight III
Story of The Fallen Knight IIStory of the Fallen Knight Part 2 To the mortal realm Azrael fell. Where he landed the grass turned brown the trees withered and the land itself seemed to die. In shame of what he had become he desperately began to look for a place to hide. As he traveled quietly across the mortal land he walked in the night, staying away from roads, and towns. Azrael was so ashamed of what he had become that he killed every mortal that crossed his path. A small trail of death was left in his search to find a new sanctuary. And it was in that path that they came from. Following the story of a demon walking amongst the mortalsStory of The Fallen Knight II
Story of the fallen knight I Story of the Fallen Knight Part 1 Long ago when the world was young, there was a simple angel named Azrael. He was a beautiful angel with hair of pale silver. Eyes of the palest blue that glowed slightly, soft feathered wing that matched his hair and a voice that sang of sweat honey. He had the sole duty of making the flowers grow and of bringing the spring rains. As time went by his duties grew more complex and more important. When the war with the Nine Hells began he became a soldier. He was taught to fight and wear armor as he flew. As the war cStory of the fallen knight I
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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sweet smile! catch you, later!
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"on the day you decide to end your life... would you go to work?"
- Grissom
thank you for the sweet comments on my latest two.
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im glad u liked Nice Boots
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sweet smile! catch you, later!
I'm finding your poems rather interesting. I may have to watch you if you keep it up.
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People shouldn't be afraid of their governments; governments should be afraid of their people.
You can't separate fucking and economics.
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