"...all ended with her eyes, hell, purgatory, paradise."
Book one: She's no angel, he's no saint.
Book two: Half my soul.
Book three: Dark paradise.
Book four: Tattered wings.
Will you hold the line? When every one of them has given up and given in, tell me In this house of mine Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me Will the stars align? Will heaven step in will it save us from our sin, will it? 'Cause this house of mine stands strong That's the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey And you're standing on the edge face up 'Cause you're a natural A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world Yeah, you're a natural Living your life cutthroat You gotta be so cold Yeah, you're a natural Will somebody Let me see the light within the dark trees shadowing What's happening? Looking through the glass find the wrong within the past knowing Oh, we are the youth Cut until it bleeds inside a world without the peace, face it A bit of the truth, the truth That's the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey And you're standing on the edge face up 'Cause you're a natural A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world Yeah, you're a natural Living your life cutthroat You gotta be so cold Yeah, you're a natural Deep inside me I'm fading to black I'm fading Took an oath by the blood on my hand won't break it I can taste it the end is upon us I swear Gonna make it I'm gonna make it Natural A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world Yeah, you're a natural Living your life cutthroat You gotta be so cold Yeah, you're a natural Natural Yeah, you're a natural
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Nikolai had invited everyone over for a drink. After their near death experience from the freezing cold and the shock of seeing a real life demon come out of the Ravkan king, Anika was thrilled to be drowning down in brandy.
Sturmhond's face was gone now and Nikolai sat there with his crew, drinking. Anika had never seen Nikolai's real face in person and she thought, what a loss it was for him to be disguised as Sturmhond. Nikolai was a very handsome young lad, he should totally wear his features more often.
"What was that thing?" Someone asked Nikolai.
"Another weapon in our arsenal," Nikolai simply responded.
"Looked like a gargoyle." Anika mentioned. Recalling the dark monster that came out of the alluring king in front of her.
Nikolai refilled his glass. "Hush now. It'll hear you."
