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angel tears.

eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.

ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.

xaphan.

            xaphan is familiar with xibalba. sure, isn’t his concern, considering he didn’t belong there but he knew about it. whenever your old as dirt, you kind of pick up on things. he can feel the electricity in the air, he can feel it drawing him in. curiosity, perhaps. he can smell impending doom and it only brings him to stare at a woman, holding a man by the collar of his shirt as his soul was being extracted from his body. he could sense the vessel the creature was using was still alive, which was proven interesting. his own aura was too strong, usually eventually killed off his hosts ( or maybe it was the bodily harm that xaphan always subjected them to? something like that. ) he was content with lurking until his presence was, unsurprisingly, called out. it wasn’t like he was trying to hide. material on large basketball shorts make a swishing sound as he walks forward, giving a slow, overdramatized calm. “nice,”

             _{IF AMARU WAS to resurrect her original body, the girl had to stay alive. details about a sacrifice of purity and santa sangre torture the queen - as much as she would like to drain the life from the girl like she’s sipping from a holy grail, she needs the other. gaze the color of blood cuts to the boy - DEMON. amaru can smell it rolling off his vessel, taste it in the air like ELECTRICITY. he’s not one of hers. suspicion immediately flairs - eyelids flutter and eyes return to doe-wide gecko-greens, assessing the other. sizing UP. somewhere in the back of her mind, kate has fallen silent - watching with interest. is it a standoff ? is it an awakening ? a tale of two cities, perhaps, but instead it’s two faces of separate hells meeting in an empty lot with the spring sun beating down. NICE, he says, and amaru doesn’t quite know what to make of that. she can appreciate ADMIRATION, though, thrives off of it - what is a queen without her adoring subjects, after all ? ‘ that was NOTHING. ’ translation: you should see what i can do.}