[ Kriemhild is tired. So very tired. She didn't betray God for revenge, not any that she thought she would truly achieve. If that was all she wanted, she would have stayed at his side. She was just sick of the lies, the hypocrisy, the weight on her soul. She had to run. She didn't aid his enemies and slaughter his beloved flock because she had a grand plan. It was just the only thing she could do.
It's been thousands of years, and there he is, unchanged, glorious godly hypocrite that he is. He burns into her eyes. Her heart beckons her to attempt the impossible, though she knows it will fail. His Annabel Lee is locked away, so he cannot be touched. He's never really touched anybody, not in a long, long time, older than God.
He caused all of it. Turning against him was turning against the universe itself, and killing him would be killing herself, for what would any of them have been without him?
The lances break free of her skin, a dozen, a hundred, corrosive emerald blood tearing from her as she opens her heart and lets rage and grief pour forth. It's stupid. But she has to do it. For Nero. For Apollonia. They fly at him without cease. There is so much thanergy oozing through the veins of this world, she need only prick. ]
Die, die, die, die, die you lying hypocrite murderer wormshit sonuvabitch! I'll rip out your nasty fucking death eyes and piss on your brain, fucknuts!
whispers and vines
It's been thousands of years, and there he is, unchanged, glorious godly hypocrite that he is. He burns into her eyes. Her heart beckons her to attempt the impossible, though she knows it will fail. His Annabel Lee is locked away, so he cannot be touched. He's never really touched anybody, not in a long, long time, older than God.
He caused all of it. Turning against him was turning against the universe itself, and killing him would be killing herself, for what would any of them have been without him?
The lances break free of her skin, a dozen, a hundred, corrosive emerald blood tearing from her as she opens her heart and lets rage and grief pour forth. It's stupid. But she has to do it. For Nero. For Apollonia. They fly at him without cease. There is so much thanergy oozing through the veins of this world, she need only prick. ]
Die, die, die, die, die you lying hypocrite murderer wormshit sonuvabitch! I'll rip out your nasty fucking death eyes and piss on your brain, fucknuts!