Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough

I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

Don't I deserve to finally be free of you?

Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.

He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.

"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.