The poor, old fool. With the final passing of my sentence, he banished me to Midgard in the hopes of learning from my so-called crimes. I am not his son, and he is not my father; my family is nonexistent, and my desire for mayhem has not diminished. Chaos fuels my heart, however black it may be. As absolutely far as I have fallen, even I know you cannot fix a crooked mind such as mine.
warning: very nsfw. cuts not always used.
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posted 12:58 pm on Friday, May 25, 2012 with 1,007 notes