PoeTheWriter ~Everything is fine.... right...?~

“Don't worry, he won't hurt you," the shopkeeper insisted, smiling at the little girl, "His name.. is Alexaries, but you can call him Alex."
The little girl stared at the tall figure, all she could see.. was his glowing eyes. This.. Alex.. was not human, and was not kind.
"No..." she whispered, "he's..."
She never got to finish her sentence, the figure was gone, and the shopkeeper was dead.”
― Poe Nakahara (PoeTheWriter)

“Perhaps…” Poe said, removing his gloves and brushing the dust off a windowsill… the wood started to rot beneath his touch. “After all.. a decedent of Hades… let alone one who can… find a zest for life… is a rare find indeed..” -- Excerpt from "Children of Death”
― Poe Nakahara (PoeTheWriter)

“You tear me down just to let somebody build me back up and do a worse job at it. Are you proud of yourself? Are you proud of yourself for ruining a young person's ability to love? Do you realized you've turned a heart to stone today? Or are you too full of yourself to realize what you've done?" - Evelyn, in Tales of the black Revenge”
― Poe Nakahara (PoeTheWriter)

“ThE bEd... It CaLlS mE~~~~~~”
― Poe Nakahara (PoeTheWriter)