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My pyromania is the drug and the cure.
Separately, we are just kids born with tragedy leaking from our split veins. Together, we are utter chaos.
The psycho. The vengeful one. The schizo. And the devil. The Hollow Boys.
There are only two people who can look the pits of hell in the eyes and not flinch. Those in Hell and those who already made their way out.
An angel seeking Lucifer for freedom.
“Because I’d become a serial killer trying to fend off men falling in love with you.”
I was baptized in gasoline as a child. Born to ignite. Born to live and go down in flames. Raised in the house of the Lord but christened by a touch of rebellion.
They wanted evil, so I became the king of it.
Such a pretty boy, but even Lucifer was pretty once upon a time. The most beautiful. An angel.
They’d ripped her wings from her back, but she replaced them with ashes and eternal wings made of the hottest blue flame.
A scorned angel, filled with so much anger and hatred, but on the inside, he’s still that same angel. One that had lost everything when he was cast out of heaven, out of his father’s good graces.
He built himself in the chaos and pain, feeling it was better to rule in the darkness than be damned in the light.
I look over at him, hellfire eyes blazing, knowing that if he were to tumble from the heavens again, falling like lightning from the sky, I would be the thunder that chased after him. I would stay there with him, in eternal flames as long as it was his fire that licked my body.
He is my Lucifer, and it’s time for me to show him I could be his Lilith.
“I’m keeping you,” I say with a dry voice in desperate need of hydration. Her fingers sink into my hair, tugging at the ends slightly, and I can feel her lips tilt into a smile. “You’ve always had me, Rook. Always.”
You never really know how damaged you are until you try to love someone.
“Death has a heart when it takes those who are suffering or the ones who are bad. If Death has emotions, then so does he.”
