xXx Hel xXx { Part 2 }

 The chair... I am dragon, white, beneath Gringotts

I am fury, rage, and pain

Caked in pretty pink coke

Breathing fire all the same.

My head rears back,

my wings unfurl.

I am become Death,

Destroyer of Worlds.

Trap Bunnie Angel

Her shoulder blades sharp like knives.

Here I Am, Lord Hades

Yours and Yours a l o n e .

Hades, Lucifer Morningstar

Bringer of Light

The Blue Flame

The One who hears my every thought and whisper.

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