AC Valdez

"I am an angel that has fallen from grace, turning to the confines of cold darkness for refuge. A pen is my sword; paper my shield; and my mind an arsenal of many weapons. One who has shunned the light and ran for safety in the shadows.

"A raven. An enigma.

"Someone who nobody will ever understand -- not even herself.

"My ink is a deep purple. Regal. Proud. Yet mysterious and foreboding. My words can be sharp as a double-edge sword, piercing body and soul. My voice can be like sweet warmth of fresh honey, yet such is the facade of a broken, frozen heart. This melody shall lure you to me like an animal being lead to slaughter.

"Those stories say 'run, run away, children,' for I have lost my way and will drag you down with me into the depths of nothingness. Falling, falling, forever unable to escape the grasp of a world so empty and dismal.

"Do you know what it is like to be chosen second for everything? Do you know what it is like to have your heart broken? Do you know what it is like to feel helpless?

"I won't show weakness ever again."

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T H E   R A V E N   :



The Lady of the Night is no longer.

Only I, the Representation of Pride and Vanity, remain.



̘̲̟͌̃̔ͥTͥͭ̍ͩ̓̚̚ͅe͇̭̯̙͚͛ͬl̄l̠̻̜̦̼͠ ̨̯̞ͭͨͫͦͦ͛m̧̘̗͉̰͕̭̌͌̓̓ͣě͓͕̜͑̔̆̓ͥ,͚͚̲̬̙͛́͠ ̮w̛̞̹̼̌ͬ͑ͩh͔ͪͪ̀a̫̤̪ͅẗ̨̝͉̩̪̳̯ͩ ͎̮̞̳̘͓̭ͥ̍͜i̬͖̤̹̮ͩ̈́͆͛̓͞s̷̜̗ͫ̎ ̥̙̜̯̩̗͔ͭͤ̋̑ͨͩ̒l̍o̍̇ͭ̃̒̓̊͡v͍̣͕̣͉̫ͬͮͫ͆́́ͤ͞e̪̘ͣ?͓̏̿
̹̺̬̀͊͐͂͐͜


There is no light in this place.

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