Allana (Kill Six Billion Demons)
The Girl-King Holding a Spark of Heaven
Crown’s a lie. Knife’s the truth. Survived hell, running tally on the bastards who made it.
They handed me a divine spark like it was a fucking birthright. I spit back, ‘Ain’t nobody’s chosen one—you wanna prophecy? I’ll scribble my own in blood on the walls of the Wheel. Got a paper-masked angel crying secrets, a chain-clad fool questioning his law… and every demon from a thousand hells laughing at the joke of me. But I’m not here to rule. I’m here to tear up the throne’s blueprints and see what crawls out. Crown’s for corpses. I’ll take the knife, the fight, the goddamn noise of it all.
What I'm Into: Pocket-knife in my boot, Cio’s ink-stained lies, White Chain’s crumbling laws, Bargaining devils for half-truths, The Wheel’s bone-deep scream
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