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Asmodle
Legacy Name: Asmodle


The Chibi Tigrean
Owner: Zett

Age: 18 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 28th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 1 month, 6 days ago

Adopted: February 14th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed



No Dine
No Knox
No Fair

In other words it is not a mystery.
But it all happens.
All it happens.
Let it happens.


Once again.
No Dine.
In other words it is to starve.
Starve while demanding the fair, and die.

The wind becomes a storm
And infuriates the wavesThe sea roars and awakens the Witch who has lived for a millennium



I have long awaited for this day!
I have long feared this day!
Who will fate celebrate?


Oh Witch! Oh Witch!
What will you announce?


To the moon that crosses through the night, the tide floods high
And the cry of seagulls beckons the turbulent clouds


The golden curse, the left behind words
And the secretive smile are blot red


With closed eyes, what are you yearning for?
Even if you tried to collect your broken pieces
I pull from your fingers that I touched; I can’t reach you
If there’s no love, we can’t see the glossed truths and falsehoods


Beatrice! Cruel Witch!
Your beauty is unmatched
Beatrice! Oh! Your kindness is capricious
I can never be freed from your spell
If this pain must endure, then at least have mercy on me for just once



In the dancing wings of butterflies, dreams and reality come and go
The sound of the rain that won’t stop falling hides the truths and lies


The opened banquet, the chosen sheep
And the intertwining hatred fill the cup


In an imprisoned world, what are you searching for?
Even if you’re wishing for a miracle of being able to forgive one another
My voice is scooped out by the wind and it doesn’t reach you
If there’s no love, the repeating loneliness won’t disappear


The joy and sorrow return after they pull close
Let’s drift to the dark midnight’s sea
Tears and scars, everything mixes together
And you, of pretense, fall into the darkness


The noise of the waves. The voice of the sea is like a song
Listening to them seems to purge my committed sins
The noise of the waves gently rocks my cradle
I serenely fall asleep and have happy dreams

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