Fighting Game Love Letters: Under Night In-Birth

By on February 14, 2020

She enamors. Engulfed in the borrowing flames of love. 

Never adoring the names of past. The oath bearing heart to leader of her. 

Without nothingness. Without joying herself. She only loves her sword. 

Even when goddess smiles at the, her soul is bound to. 

Treads on between legs of dead men, waits for judgement at the infinite battlefield.


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