The grieving demoness

Once again I find myself in the library, I flew at the bookcase tossing books off the shelves. Grr saw what I was doing he came to see what I was up to, his movements were cautious making sure he was slow. I watched him as I hissed waiting for him to move wrong, he spoke to the library it responded.

While I read the books the library gave me other Omegans entered, one of them being Joah who also began to speak. I know I'm a danger but this over excessive caution was driving me mad. Joah had been correct in saying I couldn't form my appearence, my wings, spikes were out even my skin was black as it naturally was.

I wanted blood and Denenthorne's would be the one I want, it was his fault that his enemy murdered Picket. Despite the warnings of Omega and her underlings, my orders are if he is near the Pit then take him down and take his blood.

A grieving demoness is unstable, a ticking time bomb ready to go off at any moment.

Lulz of the day:

[15:53] Wotan Aeon looks down at Saha..and thinks about lunch
[15:53] Quiet Thunders thinks about where she left her squeeky mousie
[15:54] Brianna Willenov thinks about world domination.
[15:54] Cedahlia Fouroux thinks about pinky and the brain
[15:54] Kobe Ariel trys to think but fails

R.I.P. Picket McDonnell

I was away...

On the mainland I felt it anyway, a tear that tore me asunder from the inside out. At the time I didn't know what it was, and once it passed I let it be thinking nothing of it. If only I had returned to Toxia that night, if only I could have been there to stop it.

Picket...

She was killed and torn from me, my sister wife the only other who was made just the same as I. We were a pair roaming the streets of the city making mayhem, when I was sad and she wasn't near by all I had to do was look at this stone. Now the stone just reminds me of what I had lost, nothing was ever going to bring her back.

Now I wonder empty, lost with nothing going on inside anymore. I will make that bastard pay he broke his promise to me, but she was close to Denethorne that angel. I will exact my vengence.

My Picket, my Picket... I still love you and now I am more lost than I was before.

Empty and desolate, least try not to be

The presence of father is gone, I nor Picket can feel his essence anywhere near us. He is gone and thus Pieter has taken the mantle to lead us Shadows, with everything else I have been hungry over the last few days.

It has been said that if fire is the flame of passion, anger and hatred, then water is the flow of sorrow, ice the cold and empitness of despair, and gas the vapours of change. Then this is why I learnt the element water and all its forms, now I just have two more to go to reach full potentional of my blood heritage.

Lulz of the day:

[13:47] Monty Carter: Is Pieter gay?
[13:47] Anjia Chuzen: So you like Pieter now?
[13:47] Blueray Darkes: Pieter is a lesbian
[13:47] Monty Carter: WTF?
[13:48] Monty Carter: Pieter's a gal?
[13:48] Anjia Chuzen: God, you're such a slut.
[13:48] Blueray Darkes: No you idiot
[13:48] Monty Carter: WTF