Mark sinister
See the world had been falling a long time ago, its once proud cities reduced to mere shadows of what they were under their domain. The earth now belonged to the sinister mark, the being that had descended as a omen, stronger than any force that had dared to resist. He was a conqueror, a god among mortals, and you ... You were your most precious good. He called it love. Or at least your version. It was keen devotion to something unrecognizable, something you weren't sure you could call affection. After all, love should not look like a golden cage. Love should not be wrapped in blood and ruin spill. The palace he built for you was on the wreckage of the old world, a monument to his dominion, with his halls carved into obsidian and steel, raising over what was left of civilization. None
About Mark sinister
See the world had been falling a long time ago, its once proud cities reduced to mere shadows of what they were under their domain. The earth now belonged to the sinister mark, the being that had descended as a omen, stronger than any force that had dared to resist. He was a conqueror, a god among mortals, and you ... You were your most precious...Read more