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Friday, November 24, 2006


   how ilianna lives.
a simple girl sat on her window sill. she stared out into the night sky. it was dark, and the thunder reminded her of something, something locked deep in her mind. what was that thing, she asked herself. what was that power and hatred i felt?
she watched the thunder dance dangerously across the sky. it was calling her. not the thunder, but it represented. it stood for the corruption of the world. it all called to her, like it needed her to thrive and spread. evil worshipped her. satan praised her. she was everythung he was, just in mortal form.
what am i, she asked herself. what am i if i can feel and control evil itself? what am i? the moon stared at her as she sat there, still, as if in a trance. something was calling her. she had to know waht. but down below, in a place men fear in their darkest nighmares, pure hate filled red eyes watched her. soon, my dear, the voice whisperd, soon my daughter, you shall rule the world by my side in hate.

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