There is a story of a man. Only whispers now, but a story nonetheless. As immortal as the music which flows through the very words, slips through the storyteller's teeth like honey, entrancing all who might listen. The story tells of a man who sold his soul so his music might live forever. Bargained with the devil, both thinking themselves slick, the corners of two mouths upturned with the crooked satisfaction of one about to seize the chessboard from his opponent. His music, the shadow croons, will be all he is ever loved for. | http://infernorp.tumblr.com/

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