Crona p.o.v.
I don't understand why I'm here or why I'm alive. My own mother would kill me for this sick twisted game of her's. My weapon, my blood ,my hell is forever chained to my soul in life and death. All i see is maka face her eyes full of tears i smile because thats all i can do. I'm numb i feel my blood, my only friends for years leaving my body I was to weak to protect her and now i fall into a black void maybe I'll wake in hell were i belong.
I know kinda said but i when your blood is a weapon and there is a true hell in u there is no good side.
How you enjoyed untill next time venom out
