survival to the end [ t a k e o v e r ]

[Luciferr]

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The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart

a shadow follows the sun,

The dragon shadows the Tiger - and Luciferus looks over the gathering, the omen of death in all his scale plated appearance, his eyes a disntinct redder tint even in the mercurial one as he gazes seemingly impassive at those that growl and hiss before them, an ominous statue that stands at their golden leader’s back - a warning and a promise.

He after all, despises them - though he pities the wretches and slaves left in their whims.

So good of them to change their ways no? perhaps - after all if they go back on it, well, it gives him all the reason he needs to delight in a little ruination.

Maybe the dragon of blood, isn’t quite so gone as those that remember would like to think, but then Luciferus is nothing if not a multifaceted creature.

His aura is frosty, a cold snap like the jaws of winter - and though Goldie gives them permission, he stays seated, watching.

LUCIFERUS GRIMM

#psychosocial.