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Love: The Hallowed Reaping Spell

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Love: The Hallowed Reaping Spell

 Love. There's that word again.  How many times has it been that it has eluded my grasp?  My sight?  What was it, this spell?  Of all the sorcery I have learned, this one word, this one concept is by far the most powerful. Undetectable, unnoticed, and none are immune.  There is no cure for it, only the object that has cast it may relinquish it.  Casting it does not take words or magic, only time and bonding.  There are, however, different things that hide has it.  Lust.  Envy.  Dependence.  And the most heartbreaking, simply, foolishness. This spell isn't even uncommon, or so it seems.  The word gets thrown around more and more, but how

Waltz of Fire

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Waltz of Fire

Under the dim light of the stars they danced; dozens of couples moving gracefully among the flames.  At the feet of each couple burned a flame of varying colour; some red, some blue, others purple or even green.  But each flame was their own; their love, and like the flame inside themselves, it burned with their mutual passion. For you see, these were Pyromancers, and their connection can be seen, not only in their actions, but visibly just by their touch. As the moon continued to rise, so too did the flames.  Soon, all were but darkened figures in a rainbow of flame.  The fire seemed to move to the rhythm of the music that filled the air,

Maggot-Infested Hearts

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Maggot-Infested Hearts

Just locks without keys, Our hearts die cold and bitterly. And though they mend, Maggots prey on the living dead. Down in the grave, maggots feast on your flesh. Such a treat is your heart. And though it's bittersweet, You don't need it, they don't want it! Through the eye, out the mouth Maggots crawl in the grave. Eat your mind, leave the heart. Maggots swarm far below, And even now I know: They aren't why I'm empty inside. Through the eye, out the mouth Maggots crawl in the grave. Eat my heart, leave my mind.

Love: The Hallowed Reaping Spell

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Love: The Hallowed Reaping Spell

 Love. There's that word again.  How many times has it been that it has eluded my grasp?  My sight?  What was it, this spell?  Of all the sorcery I have learned, this one word, this one concept is by far the most powerful. Undetectable, unnoticed, and none are immune.  There is no cure for it, only the object that has cast it may relinquish it.  Casting it does not take words or magic, only time and bonding.  There are, however, different things that hide has it.  Lust.  Envy.  Dependence.  And the most heartbreaking, simply, foolishness. This spell isn't even uncommon, or so it seems.  The word gets thrown around more and more, but how

Waltz of Fire

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Waltz of Fire

Under the dim light of the stars they danced; dozens of couples moving gracefully among the flames.  At the feet of each couple burned a flame of varying colour; some red, some blue, others purple or even green.  But each flame was their own; their love, and like the flame inside themselves, it burned with their mutual passion. For you see, these were Pyromancers, and their connection can be seen, not only in their actions, but visibly just by their touch. As the moon continued to rise, so too did the flames.  Soon, all were but darkened figures in a rainbow of flame.  The fire seemed to move to the rhythm of the music that filled the air,

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Lost Symphony - Prologue

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Lost Symphony - Prologue

It was the eve of night. The moon shone bright in the dark sky, like a candle in the dark. The moonlight served as guidance to those lost, to help them find their way in the darkness that engulfed the land. And in the moonlight, the blood dripped from the throat of a young woman who stood motionless with the knife in her throat. She was in pain. She wanted to scream, but her efforts ended in vain. She wanted to move, but her body said otherwise. Her eyes, wide opened, saw the figure of her younger sister who stood in front of her petrified at the scene she had just witnessed. The light in the eyes of the woman began to fade as she fell onto
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Hmm, what do I want to tell you? I'm in school. Calculus is a boring class. I don't wear matching socks. Ever. And I am what most people would call Gothic. Happy? No? Too bad.

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tsuki-yaHobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for the fave.
hui-liHobbyist Digital Artist
Welcome to Deviant art :wave:
Hello, and thank you,
though your timings a bit askew.
hui-liHobbyist Digital Artist
:iconnoproblemsignplz:
:iconhave-anicedayplz:
tsuki-yaHobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the Llama badge.
No problem.
Don't expect an anthem.
tsuki-yaHobbyist Traditional Artist
Haha. Sure.