To Kill. Goddess Volume.

[Silver]

"One for money.
One for pain.

Booony hands...
Blue and white.

Reeeeed veins...
Filled with fright.

Cannot move...
Cannot hide.

Hope that Death will take ya tonight."

For once balance comes as it should to the Omicrons. The hands, thin and certain. The eyes, serious but eager. The lips, tempting and painted in blood. But still, they will deliver as it was promised. As it was requested. A Death for Life. And a Life for Death.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop