As of exactly five days ago, this time, 7:20am, I waged a war against Repose, the God of Sleep, and have triumphed. My reasoning? Visions of the past, visions of what's past, visions of who's past. I can't sleep because I dareso say that I've seen all that necessary, dareso say that I've seen nothing but life. I want to live but cease to live one of my infinite lives. I want to die, I want to die a billion times over. This may not make any sense to you whatsoever, but know this, I will Slay the Night.
And I will not stop until every last bit of me tells me to give in. I will win, Repose. Cry your S.O.S to the Gods, I don't care. But you will bow.
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The Judgment of Regal
Secretly, I don't have secrets.
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
--Arkydan-- King of Kings-- The Infinitely Burning King of Flames
Happily watching the games.
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]