"I know it's weird, if I didn't know how to figure who's who than I be confused." I said taking a shot of wine.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
"I guess that makes a little bit of sense. Woah, wait! Did you guys kill Ares?" I ask, remembering the unexplained death of the god and all of this children a few months earlier.
I shrugged. "I didn't. I couldn't have the guts to. But mom is trying to make me fight in wars when I don't want to that's why I rebel. It's a prefect reason. I just don't want to risk my life by doing something like that." I told him, leaning against my Andrew's chest. "And anyway, I wouldn't have met Andrew if I would've gone in it." I smiled.
Good Rayah
It was so weird hearing Myself say that about Andrew. It was really awkward. I glanced over at him for just a second and then back to the couple.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Did they? Fuck, Ivan and Andrew gave the god a battle he wasn't god of." I said leaning forward with my glass.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
