[hr][hr][center][h3][color=cccccc][color=red]G[/color]σ [color=red]A[/color]нєα∂ [color=red]A[/color]и∂ [color=red]A[/color]ѕк.[/color][/h3][b][i][color=darkgray]Was it the shock he answered or the ache that it will never be enough?[/color][/i][/b][/center][hr][hr]

[center][i]"What are you going to do, when you become [color=darkgray]the wicked?[/color]
[color=black]The sick.[/color]
[color=silver]The twisted.[/color]"

This girl, he thought. Young and stupid, she was getting lost in a world of fairy tale books, sweet coffee and rainy days.
Her question was a mindless puppet and of course, he needed to fix the torn strings.

"Little girl, don't you know?" Was his reply. "I'm going to be [color=black]a villain[/color] more charming than any main character in your life—"

Isn't it ironic, lovely ones,
How so many pretty faces
Can hide a demon's soul?

"— And you will feel guilty for [color=red][b]loving[/b][/color] it."[/i][/center]