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The-Feather-Quill

Published: May 5, 2014

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Never trust the deals you make with blood - when it rains down and paints the world crimson it will all be because of you

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[I take too much inspiration from Pandora Hearts, I personally don't mind.]

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nightshade-keyblade

May 9, 2014

For some reason, this reminds me of someone seeking vengeance and the consequences of doing so.

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