The DM13 Journal
An assertion was made during breakfast regarding your devotion to veganism while I was eating my ham and eggs–I couldn't help but to laugh in your hypocritical face.
How can you claim this when you've yet to deny MY meat?
Savor me.
Swallow me.
Digest me.
Let the salcacious juices trickle down your greasy little mouth you carnivore!
Vegan. HA! Yeah right.
Perhaps He would keep the details of her lustful transgressions forever undisturbed in the catacombs of their carnal knowledge, she hoped.
Surely He wouldn't resurrect the embodiment of her sin for her newly-wed husband to behold. Would He?
The vindictive smirk on His face answered her question.
The DragnMaster rights all wrongs. Let it be known.
“Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
Clouds darken the sky
The stars rain down
The constellations stagger
The bones of the hell hounds tremble
The porters are silent
When they see this king
Dawning as a soul
Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
Men fall
Their name is not
Seize thou this king by his arm
Take this king to the sky
That he not die on earth
Among men
Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
He flies who flies
This king flies away from you
Ye mortals
He is not of the earth
He is of the sky
He flaps his wings like a zeret bird
He goes to the sky
He goes to the sky
On the wind
On the wind”
