I can sense it. I can feel it. I can HEAR it. The melody of war, of conflict, of death. It is... beautiful.
I have been relocated against my will, but it is of little consequence. My power is once again boundless. The songs of the Seven Cardinal Sins ring freely in my ears, they are such sweet songs to hear. I cannot contain my glee. I cannot
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I intend to achieve it.
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Ah, well. C'est la vie.
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Indeed. We should have our fun while we can, no?
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If D troubles you, let me handle him.
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Then then, then you were the same. Still the bastard son now. Yes, even now. Yes, yes. You were the one who killed me then. Even if not you, one of your other selves. It matters not to me, you're all the same. THE SAME.
Pray to whatever god exists in your head I do not find a way to break these confines or I would kill you.
((ooc; still not quite off hiatus, but she's kind of waking up with WRATH. D:))
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Kill me? You think you can kill me? There is no one here who could even hope to kill me.
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I never said I think, but I WOULD. Even for such as you, I have more experience and knowledge.
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You cannot kill what cannot die.
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