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”I am a monster...” You concealed yourself in the shadows of the chapel as you listened to him. The muted light of the moon melded together with the vibrant colors of the stain glass. Kaleidoscopic rays reached out and tinted Abel’s silvery locks, surrounding him with a thin aura of light. The sweet, delicate scent of the lilies surrounding the pulpit wafted about the room. Head sunk to his chest, tears shimmering along his pale cheeks, he repeated his mantra over and over again, crystal eyes, peering into the face of the Crucifix above, as if waiting for someone to take him away. ”A monster....I am nothing more than

11:05 AM. Of course, you would be late. Your first chance to go out with Eren in ages and you were late. You just prayed you didn’t completely blow it. You dashed across the slippery streets all while tugging your coat around your shoulders. The long pieces of your scarf flowed behind you, carried by the wind and tangled in your hair. Naturally, it would snow heavily on your date. The pretty, little flakes became needles to your cheeks, and the wind numbed every nerve ending of your exposed skin. At times, the gusts grew so strong, it was long running against a wall. But, Eren waited for you. You would walk on pins and needles for him

“Come then,” he whispers wrapping an arm about your waist. “Your blood. Give it to me now.” Your eyes glaze just a hint as you watch the light of the moon disappear behind the curtains of clouds. The wind has stilled, and the trees douse you in shadows. The white roses beneath you are lightly tainted red from drops of your blood raining in their soft petals. Cold fingers trail down the length of your neck, soothing the heat emitting from the bruises there. Your limbs dangle as if weighted down by iron. Your heart flutters weakly, drained of its energy. Fangs, sharper than needles and glimmering like pearls, sink into

"I don't want to see you waste your potential where it doesn't matter. I can help you." You clutched the handle of your blade firmly within your palms, its low humming sending small vibrations up your forearm, into your shoulder. The metal scraped against your skin, and your arms trembled, as if your burden increased the weight of even the tiniest object ten fold. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you raised your eyes to your opponent. Frames of silvers outlined empty sockets, black holes where two eyes should be. The crimson glow of his blade reflected within the metallic sheen of his ebony mask. His tall, lean form stood perfectly

~”Yes, I am one who seizes their dreams, I stain my sword red for my ambitions Because this is a world of warring states, I will take the earth no matter what I have to sacrifice I reflected on nothing, I wrote no letters even to my mother in my hometown. When I came to know my own immaturity, my body was stained in blood. The scars of a cruel battle- We are the defeated There is not even salvation for the vanquished. The rain pours down heartlessly. Our dreams scatter as dew on our gravestones.”~ Levi recalled it all too well: the fading, widened eyes of each dying Scout, hot breaths against my face as his sword slid through t