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❝ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ❞ ♛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ♛ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ'ꜱ ʟᴏʀᴅ ♛ ᴏᴄ ♛ ɴᴏ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ♛ ꜰᴄ : kenn王爷 ♛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ : #ʟᴏʀᴅʟʏᴀᴄᴇ

There is a legacy beneath every fable. And I, I'll fulfill what he, the so called advisor of Hell’s Lord failed. The corruption, the pain, the victory. Weakness of a fallen one craving his wings back, Devil's judgment to seek a better member & for Hell to seek a better Lord… Me.

Lord Qian Yuan so you are alive Exiled from Underworld paying the price of an ambition for the crown you so much longed for, lust surpassing your Emperor’s malice, and now considered paranoid Defend prince Morgan Nevan, soon we'll meet, you’ll recognize me, I am your nemesis.

I admit I feared to stare before art directly, I was unable to sentimentally control my mentality, to face the abyss within my mind. I was unable to swim in this ocean of ink, but at least I stood brave before the art of love until I lost my heart in the debris of promises.

The idea of victory, weaved nexus of thoughts composing a ballroom of overshadowed aspirations, a ballroom where I could hear the music, dark ballad I was unable to dance in, masked stranger I cracked all mirrors not to face the reality of my corrupted mentality.

Judge me. You claim I never appreciated friendship, that I was corrupted by power and hunger for more, blindfolded under its fabric yet… I wasn’t mad because you were the chosen one, I was mad because this dark power was stealing my best friend as chosen one away from me.

My hunger for power, flame melting my expectations' candle. Each weaved nexus of temptation proved useless. He is the victor, I am his nemesis. He is entity of delicate substance, artistic rose, so if I was sapphire butterfly, would he allow me invade in his museum of sorcery?~

It was a virtual nightmare. His house was alive. Entering in, like criminal aspiring to steal Hexagon, a feral cat ripped my clothes, flowers tied me in thorns and windows opened by themselves as I was pushed out attacked by books. Ending wet in the nearest pond Damn you Morgan!

Years of denial is what made me determined to beleaguer and conquer what seems forbidden. Eve had fallen for an apple, devil’s fruit, I wouldn’t fall for power? Power is my youth, my fountain of life, my ambition. Spoiled by vanity? Maybe a little, corruption is sensual ~

Every time that name resonating within my mind, turning thoughts to untamed beats, thirsty to see you fall in depths of hell where you belong Oh Morgan devilish my mind is, I’ll satisfy sensually fate so I’ll cut your life’s thread and I’ll do it elegantly as you like, by teeth.

Hell was a circus and through performances of sins, I lived in the hope that I’ll be Devil’s tamer, gladiator of words that carried the crown of ink, I admit even fallen in his glory, I fall again some called me mad yet I was just beyond logic Yes I craved to own his darkness.

The eternity seems to be nothing but a dream for Wonderland wanderers yet a minute for those that serve the heavenly order to be faithful to their oath of never betraying divine. You are so pathetic Morgan... so kind, so beautiful, you make me sick.. ~