Amo Jones

The Devil comes with baggage, and not the kind you can lose. I was two years old when he saved me. I didn’t understand much at that age, but I remember the pale boy with hair as dark as ink, saving me from two evils. He said he would protect me; I just didn’t know he meant from himself. I was raised in the arms of evil, tailored for the Devil like a custom Armani suit, and every day he wore it like a weapon. Brantley thought by keeping me locked in his manor that it would protect me, and it did.
Until it didn’t.

As I slowly adapt to The Elite Kings Club and the dark, sinister world that exists around the outlaws in suits, I come to learn that the monster everyone fears is the very same one I crave.

Like a prized trophy, I sit on his throne…
Something quite pretty, an object he owns…

She’s a porcelain doll, so shiny, so clean…
Something I want to polish, but to never be seen…

The time has come, I am in his world…
Now his Dea, can be admired by all…

The thing with porcelain is it’s fragile and delicate…
It would only take a second for me to eradicate it…

The Elite Kings Club #6

Sancte Diaboli: Part 1

Genesis (@whisperingchapters)

To us. Because we’re all fucking survivors.

Everyone has a story, and when you die, your memories cling to the minds of the people you leave behind, scripted in permanent ink. They can go back and visit their favorite chapters when they need comfort, or simply skip over the scenes they want to forget, but what they can’t do, is be removed.

There was no way in hell this girl was leaving my side. Ever. If someone tried to take her from me, they would only be able to do it by walking over my cold, dead corpse.

She took hold of my rage and stamped her name across it in block letters.

“Because fucking with a girl who is owned by me is far scarier than fucking with someone who has been drowned in the blood of her lover.”

Sancte Diaboli: Part 1 quotes

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