Please hear me!
This half dead valentine for Asmodeus again?
I will eschew him, at all costs, I must.
Through and through there is no end to the penetration.
I can surely try.
All glimmering innocence for the iris. Whatever became of her?
Oh the screams, no more I beg.
I pray to many gods and goddesses, I pray and yank on the golden thread that pulled me back from his claws the last time we met. The antithesis of thee, is what exactly?
Oh! I am mortal and he knows my weakness well.
A contemptuous ignorance inside left me particularly susceptible to him.
Very easy prey, once again.
Even through the pitch black.
Not again my golden thread, please, not again.