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Have you ever wondered.. what would it be like to be in the presence of the purest.. and most beautiful death?
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Alone it would seem you were, trapped inside a darkened room forever with no chance of escape. Thinking back, the only
thing that one could remember would be the smile on her face and the glitter in her honey brown fire eyes. Then you ended
up here... A faint light would spark across the room, then she could be seen sitting at an antique dressing table with mirror,
though it was still too dark to catch a glimpse of the reflection. She was busy running a brush through her waist length black
curls, the candle sitting on the table added extra deminshions to the color of her hair. One second it would be black, the
next almost bright blue. Suddenly she turned with that utter stillness that the very old can acheive, though still her slow
movement was starteling. Her face was whiter than snow could ever dream of being, and compared to the black of the curls even
more pale. The only color on her face was the firey honey brown eyes with dark feather like lashes, and red red lips that
were still moist as if she had just licked them. She seemed the complete definition of beauty, though something in her eyes
told that she wouldnt be the definition of kind. Her hand was held out to you, though you wouldnt have seen her move. That
slender pale hand suddenly beconing to you, making it almost painful not to run out and clutch to that delicate hand. Her
voice was a low contralto with an edge of an animal like growl as she spoke, the french accent blaring around the edges. "
Come me petite, come and sit with me. " She smiled and instantly your body would ache with the need to touch her, but you
couldnt move. It was as if you were frozen into place. Slowly, she stood with a swish of skirts that would make yoru body
tense. " I offer you everything that you could ever desire. Wealth, Power, a place beside me. Would you refuse this invitation?"
She made a simple gesture with her hands and it seemed a million hungry faces appeared all around you, staring as if you were
nothing to them but a meal. " The choice is yours of course, but I assure you, make the wrong descision and it will be a nightmare
that even you could not withstand."
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What would you choose? Eternal glory and pure satisfaction.. or a lifetime of unimaginable terror?

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((Please note that all pictures on this site were pulled randomly from the internet. I do not take credit for any of
them))
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The complete history and outlook of the life of Belle Morte
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