Hell on earth ; geralt of rivia . x . reader . ;

Introduction.

"1,000 centuries of this damned immortality

yet, I did not ask to be made.

Why?

I will never again feel your sun upon my face.

Or the comfort of a grave,

I am not alive Nor am I dead.

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This is hell on earth.

How can I possibly explain this eternal youth?

When I can do nothing, but sit by

as my loves grow old and wither,

and each of them takes a fragment of my heart.

And prolong this eternal winter

It is October's perpetual agony

IT IS the shadow realm." - Angelina of eternity

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"You, Dear."

" you have stricken all of your time up here dear, not listening to anything we say. - running from whom you are betrothed- we cannot... accept this behavior. " Said the mother of Life. 

"Mother, it is not my fault. I do not want to be betrothed to these... man things, that only will want to engage my hand so they can be spoiled in riches- and more, more power added to the infinity that they had already had. I cannot take it anymore, mother. You have damned me to this eternity."

And, safe to say, with my lovely sentence, you could say her face turned almost beet red, but definitely past tomato.

You could practically tell her hair was standing up if you weren't blind. Because, well, her hair, flew up. everywhere almost, from how long it was, bursting from the bands and countless ribbons her poor neglected maids had gone through.

Well, suddenly, she had opened a portal with her magic. Right. Under. My. Feet.

So much for being a princess, right? Yeah well, although I have the most magic in the kingdom I was just banned for, I got that title taken away because, well, you know. I didn't want to be forcefully bedded by men with horrid dysfunction in... the things! The little flesh balls, yeah? well, really, I didn't. So, I decided everyone I had been betrothed I would plan an escape, anything. By any means possible I would. Caused arson? tough shit. Caused death? also, not my problem.

..Buuut the queen did NOT take nicely to my.... plans. She had put that portal under my feet and condemned me to earth, in 1231, The year we were in, in the sky, you know, But with fewer luxuries... and certainly, more desperate people and times.