The Noctiphany Terror •Tom Riddle•

"It's getting dark in this little heart of mine
And as I waltz into the night
The shadows bow before my crimes
So you'd better hold on tight
'cause the devil won't play nice.

I will crawl up in your mind
and devour your brain like a disease
I'll drink your soul 'till nothing's left behind
To feed my flame so I don't freeze.

I'll seek you out and flay you alive
Because on the Devil's altar, up is down
Your pain is my pleasure
and your slavery -my freedom;

I'm devoted to destruction
I'll burn the world alive
and I will walk slow trough the fire
-just to see you cry."

~He steps on bones and skulls to fulfil his dark desires, he mangles even the life of innocent and yet.. this is not the worst of him.

It is the alluring features and his charming voice that obscure his flagitious soul and diabolical intentions. Charisma.. his most powerful weapon.

She steps trough darkness and shadows bow before her, monsters serve her and the night is her kingdom.

Her eyes shine mischief and persuasion echoes in her voice. She is chaos and frenzy, while he is the tranquil sea, detrimental and orphic, waiting for his storm.

"They say opposites attract." he stated, his eyes never leaving the black book. "We are obviously not opposites."

"I think you're wrong." She walked up to him and threw the damn book away. She sat down in his lap, trapping his face in her cold hands. "You are attracted to me, Tom Riddle, and you're scared of it. That's why you are so eager in finding excuses. Yes, we are undeniably similar, but we have di-"
He crushed their lips together, cutting her sentence, his hands traveled down her body, lingering on her waist, pulling her closer. She placed a hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

They pulled apart, trying to catch their breaths.
"You're right." he finally spoke. "Unlike you, I know when to shut up."~