Associate of
The Patch

She loved her power, the Queen of the Dead,
to forever reign in the fires of hell. 
She wore her crown like a beacon;
a beautiful queen plotting against her king.
They never wanted you to know the hunger of Persephone,
how she starved for something other than pomegranates.

The primal thirst that burns all women’s throats, denied by eons of men.
Listen closely to the voice from hell, sweetheart. 
“You are a queen; don’t wait for a king.” 

Astrid | Persephone | Azraiel
Trapped between two losers

Do not pickpocket me. I will mug.
Ilammo: yeah mines really small

Always Ali
PH - LV - CH - NY - PH