Bane Fraudulence || Draco Malfoy x Reader |...
The sweet taste of ecstasy dripping from blood-stained lips is far too delicious to taste. With teeth pressing to cracked lips only to pull again, skin ripping off until more blood leaks through.
The build of terror is a lethal one, certainly is. Such distraught in simplified formation was yet another sign of a fall from grace.
Lips no longer spoke the words the master had commanded so, the fighting and brutality was over.
Wings of light cut through the night until the angel was born again. Uprising from a satin bed of agony and despair, a child of destiny was born.
"So, what shall it be then, Malfoy? Care for another duel?"