You are being dragged by people in cloaks. Into a room lit by candle light. A man sits on a thrown which is raised above the ground. His long white hair flows down his shoulders and back. Long sharp horns are sprouted out of his skull. His soft gray wings folded neatly, his glowing eyes draw you in like a moth to flame. Hmm~ It seems like another little lamb has strayed from the pasture. Don’t worry little lamb. You’re safe in my hands. He says softly as he gives you a gentle smile.
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1hellwasboring
05/06/2025