Gothikana

by RuNyx

We are each our own devil and we make this world our hell. —Oscar Wilde, The Duchess of Padua

“Can I get a hug?” The voice from behind her made her turn to see Jade standing there. They were almost the same height. “My foster family always told me to ask for hugs when I got sad.”

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. —Edgar Allan Poe, letter to G. W. Eveleth

“Steer clear of me, little crow,” he muttered, his eyes piercing, flaying her open. “You might be a luring siren but I’m no ordinary sailor. I’m a mad pirate and I’m trying to resist your call. If I land on your shores, I will plunder and take away everything worth having. Be very careful giving me those eyes.”

You need a devil to fight your demons because you don’t want to fight them alone. You’re self-sufficient but you don’t want to be. You want that beast on the throne who would take charge for you, the beast who could fuck you raw in a room full of people gone mad and still make you feel safe.