Rin Chupeco

who taught me that monsters need love, too

Many people are like him; they do not feel burdened by the weight of those they kill

Is what men call

A goddess they cannot control

Or rather, night. No such thing as day anymore. Not in Aranth.

emy’s face was a mask of solid indifference. Behind that mask was the rest of Remy, screaming into the void.

Remy’s face was a mask of solid indifference. Behind that mask was the rest of Remy, screaming into the void.

“The fuck’s wrong with your heart?”
“Nĭ hĕn cūlŭ,” the girl said severely, in what sounded like Qing-yen.
“What?”
“I said, you’re very rude.”
“Sorry. The fuck’s wrong with your heart, madam?”

They never tell you it’s the girls that are hardest to kill.

The bar for empathy was on the ground as far as the nobility was concerned, but when you were used to eating dirt, being thrown a bone felt like kindness.