a king walks among us
Tension holds the world taut, taut as the string of her invisible bow, her magic-bow, her will-bow, and one misses, but when she speaks this second one, yes, that second one, it comes toward him and he has almost a sliver of dedication to letting it hit him.
Despair.
He sidesteps, the arrowhead whizzing past his black black flesh as he watches her dash away, the world turning to blades and thorns and blades again. The wall turns to paper hornets with black bloody ink and a strange strange creature flies along side her, and so many, so many people flood from the city.
”Perhaps,” he murmurs.
@Isra || Devil Woman
”in blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I’ll drown,“
I pledge you now, to death they all are bound,
