HexxBakker

I feel the pain of mothers.Their screams,their palms soiled with the blood of their sons.And of their lovers.Of a life snatched,wasted.Of their fathers,their sweat and suffering snuffed out by monsters. They are the monsters we made. They are the monsters we fight. #EndSARS

I live for you. For joy of your face, the first thing I see.  I fight for you. My sweat as hot. My hands blistered and worn. I cry for you. For I feel what you feel. I think as you do. We are one through a mirror. For as we lay, face to face, your eyes deep and piercing, like coals on a spit. My ecstasy is erratic. The joy of my knowing. I'd die for you. For in death we reunite. My demon And I. #Hexx #Demons

SHADEWORKS pilot: The song got louder,more intense,more divine. He felt as if he were sifting,leaving his world,loosing consciousness. He trotted on with wavering steps,with an uncertain gait. He neared the archway,the soft orange light filtering through. Light. The light dancing in his mind,guided by the song. It pulled at the strings, the farthest strings of his mind,his eyes,his heart.He'd seen things he never would have ordinarily believed, things he'd imagined. Imagination. A strange power pulled him,called to him. He was appalled by what he saw.out of this world. Swimming streaks of energy,illusive,it was unreal." Don't do it,please. You'll ruin yourself. Please don't " " don't ". He should've listened. She was right, blue. Blue was always right. But it was now too late. He could feel himself slipping, his conscious receding. He was plunging fast into his unconscious. He was lost ... Follow for More.

HIS world was spinning,his head racked ,his face obscured by caked blood."you have failed all,you are impotent, you will die". He sensed a soft glow from a distance,summerbrander ,why jack,why? The heat intensified, he tried to scamper away,his legs leaden ,making him claw about pathetically. He turned ,just in time to see jack,pulsing a bloody red,dripping crimson fluid. The pain was mind numbing,as though his nerve ends were seared off. His voice was caught in his breath, he winced fighting back the tears,it was all over,the gods had fallen,an era dispersed. His sight dimmed,he could hear his mother call to him,"little wolf...come to me little one...come......" #ragnarok #riodan_magnuschase

 PROLOGUE He could do nothing, nothing but watch her die                Watching from the shadows,with unfathomable pain welling in his chest,he would have cried out, would have run full speed to her rescue, would have moved hell to save her. It hurt,it hurt bad. Watching them rip her apart caused him anguish,each chunck of flesh torn caused a sharp throb in his heart. She was dying, painfully. Slowly.         He should have been the one out there, his Sara . She looked at him with pained eyes, betrayed eyes. He didn't Know when the tears came,he keeled over on his knees,he did not deserve to live,life meant nothing without her. His head hung in shame ,his pains coming in waves,he couldn't take it,just couldn't. He was a monster,a traitor. He deserved to die.                           BEFORE THE FALL                       DECEMBER 13th, 2019        He'd never felt happier in his life, seeing all of his friends there,all of them celebrating him. He was so glad, he loved

I remember the first girl I spoke to, The wide grin on my face, the obvious indifference on hers. Could've gone better. I remember the first time I stared, And the first time she stated back! My eyes locked with hers. Her smile. I remember the first time I held hands The grooves of her palm, soft and smooth. The awkward shaking of mine. I remember my first hug. Her arms around my neck, like rain drops on my skin, the feel of her against me, pretty sure I went mad at the time. I remember the first time she hurt, And I hurt knowing she was. And I wished I was by her all the time, to wipe the tears from her cheek. I'll remember my first kiss. Our lips in such sync wisps would rise in marvel! Hopefully I'd have a mint that day. I'll remember my first love. Forever till the dusk. And how time would try but fail to wash her from me. And how the hosts will sing of her, the angel she is. I'll fight for you.