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“I fucking want to do things Mercy. I want your pleasure, but God, I want your fucking pain,”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Why her, anybody but that motherfucking angel, anybody but his Angel”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“The only place the broken past has in our present, is the place we give it.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Because once he hit the floor, he knew it was a countdown till darkness. He didn’t want it to come. Not unless it was coming for good. Maybe this time it would. Maybe his Mercy would succeed where so many before had failed. Yes, she could. She could bring the darkness for good, she was his angel.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Thank you for loving me, Mercy,” he whispered, kissing all over her face now. “Thank you for coming into my life baby. Coming into that fucking darkness,” he gasped. “And taking my hand and walking me the fuck out,” he cried. “Thank you Mercy. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for loving me.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“only place the broken past has in our present, is the place we give it.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“She always had her eyes set on the light. But Sade couldn’t take his off of the darkness, because the second he did, it would devour him, and then her.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Don’t let him push you around. You got this,” he said. “You get on the bull, and you ride until he sees who the master is. Relentless. Unforgiving. Merciless. You know the drill. The only place the broken past has in our present, is the place we give it. So, don’t give it, and don’t let him give it.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“I’ll kill him, I’ll kill that motherfucker,”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Make love to me. Please. I’m dying for it, for you. And therein lay the other major problem. His body was a wreck along with his mind. His past addictions were spinning in desperation and it was taking everything he had to keep from flying apart. The hunger to hurt and be hurt had never been more volatile and each second he didn’t connect with Mercy, it grew worse. But how exactly was a monster cyclone supposed to connect with an angel and not rip her apart in ways that made him feel vile and dirty? Fuck, he never wanted to feel that with her.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“He’d have that answer and he’d give it to Mercy. And she’d leave him. She’d leave him like all good things did. Like he fucking deserved because that’s the product, the sum, the quotient, the difference in his life. Good always equaled gone.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“didn’t choose that life,” she patted her chest rapidly. “That was me, that was me. God never wanted that, I promise you, baby. God loves you,” she cried, bitterly. “Who do you think helped me escape? It was Kane, and who do you think told him to help me?” She pointed up and nodded, her teary eyes wide and hopeful. “That’s right, the Man upstairs, He told Kane to help me. And he listened." She gasped several times, face crimping in agony again. "But I didn’t. I knew better than that life, I knew it was wrong but I was young and stupid. Don’t you fucking listen to those lies in your head,” she hissed. “All lies. The truth is in here,” she pressed her palm firmly to his chest. "It's all in here.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“I am so tired of begging your sorry ass, chasing your sorry ass down, tying your sorry ass up. ~ Mercy”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“I mean she doesn’t… understand the things…” No, he knew that wasn’t true. He knew she understood. Too much maybe. “I don’t want her in my shit, Mom.” “Oh honey, that’s too fucking bad,” she said matter-of-factly. “She’s not going anywhere, you can hang that up. And that woman loves you. I see it and I thank God for that! And do you know why?” “No, I don’t know why. It’s a mystery to me why—a fucking… oxymoron.” “Because she sees the good man in you, baby!” she squealed. “There is no good man in me,” he argued, his frustration mounting. “You’re stupid if you think you’ll convince her or me of that.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Damn those who crush the innocent. But blessed be the ones who restore that which was stolen.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“I am Skeleton King. Gravedigger, taxidermist, and necrophiliac. The industry of decay is my kingdom, cemeteries my solace. I’m a nightmare merchant that thrives in the darkness. I belong in the cold, not with her light and warmth. Her beauty would only deteriorate in my presence.”
― Charity B., Skeleton King