“Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity multiplied. A perfect, mind-numbing, bone-shattering small death. He wanted it all. Now. Now. Now.” — Ciaran Dwynvil Copy Share Image
“Just for a fleeting split second his mind let go of its desperate chant: Nobody can hear me here, and replaced it with a… — Ciaran Dwynvil Copy Share Image
“Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity… — Ciaran Dwynvil Copy Share Image
“Ravishment of this slender body in all ways possible before draining it of the life substance? Aren't you a pleasure hoarder, my dear?” — Ciaran Dwynvil Copy Share Image
