Reginadelinferno

"My name is enough for people to sweat."
             ~Silvio Salvatore


 "I was the player, now I'm a game." 
             
             ~Silvio Salvatore


"Nowadays, love has became like a maid, she comes, rings the bell, does her work and shoes away."
                     ~Sadie Quintin

"He was a sin, and I committed him." 
                      ~Sadie Quintin


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Whose heart is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his heart a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The heart is angry, sharp and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled
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Story contain mature language
Mature content along with themes related to violence and sex.

Lust: love without shame

Fear was just a malice, a feeling of failure, a sweet tangerine taste that had been ripped away with lies wrapped around dressed like beautiful truth I never knew I needed to survive.

I just stood there, watching in pure startelment, as Dante rolled over in pain, his hands already wrapped around his head as he groaned in agonising pain. The hit was fatal, the nerve Silas had hit was just above the nape, inflicting certain severe damage.

My legs moved on their own as Silas motioned me towards him. My breathing no more normal but a shattered breath leaving now and then. My brain was far too gone to respond or to give any commands or say anything.

"Come here. Now." Words were just an echo of sound that's an echo of air that's an echo of fear.

Chapter 49 Dumb, dumber, dumbest