

The FlameBlackFlame The blood moon is high. The ingredients gathered. The cauldron boils w/the blood of the moon. The fires of hell blazing mightily under the cauldron. The Castor moves silently among the shadows.The Flame
The air is sour in the wind. The aura is black as the dark soul. The victim is tied to the posts, awaiting his torture. The daggers, whips, and chains loom cruelly in the darkness.
Each dagger is made of a black metal unknown to man. The blade is long, jagged and tri-edged. It’s sharper than a trollops tongue. The handle forged w/an evilness ma
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J'ai rêvé maintes et maintes fois, de vous me tenant, sous les étoiles.
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