POUR SWEET GLACÉ LIES ON
MY TONGUE LIKE HONEY
AND ALLOW ME TO SPEW
THEM BACK OUT FOR YOU.
THEY SHALL SOUND AS
HEAVENLY AS A HYMN ON
MY LIPS. I ALONE CAN
CARESS YOUR FACE BETWEEN
MY PALMS AND CALM YOUR
TUMULTUOUS SOUL, FOR AN
HONEST PERSON CAN DECEIVE
FAR BETTER THAN A LIAR.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Infernal King | 1 ✓
Fantasy❝BUILD AN EMPIRE AND BURN IT TO THE GROUND.❞ The evening prior to the spring equinox, soothsayer and witch, Maarit Pheraios, has an earth-shattering vision regarding the future of Bonvalet. The prophecy speaks of the Infernal Prince, who takes the t...
