Posting to learn. Or: "Because I wanted to put my folder." I was covering the many (yes, of course) things I've written and I ended the arrow on the gift for Persy.
So, to pass the time, I placed a while.
so I need a beta ...
Mavabè.
before I learn to write, n'est pas?
* Pride
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of pride means ipervalutazione of person and of his ability, related to an attitude of superiority "toward people considered inferior . -
Sometimes when watching Sahariel, remembered his life before the Fall.
Cool, composed, above everything and everyone is aware of his position of power.
I was too.
remembered a time when he lived near to God, including the Archangels.
Surrounded by the most beautiful things ever created by God, an angel Uriel had been very powerful, but very lonely.
be the best did not give him nothing but the obedience of his troops. Falling
had changed, forcing him to teach him humility and worship times.
He had lost all dignity, every line of that angelic face was marred by poor conditions in which it was forced to live.
A dirty vampire who lived at the expense of living beings on Earth. Yet
Nahema had raised, cleaning and bringing to light the angel inside him drowsy.
He had accepted the Vampire, had subdued the Fallen gently. And
Zick had understood that there was nothing but shine like the weak human being dark-eyed.
* Avarice
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Greed is the lack of willingness to spend and donate what you have . -
Nahema was generous, had always known.
And each time, he was involved with the small, following him everywhere, saving most of the time limit from the apocalyptic situations.
constant vigilance on him.
observations from a close distance without exceeding the limit.
Nothing made him happier than seeing a smile on the face of China.
yet ... He looked
Nahema to run towards Tiresias, asking where she was and, given the clear lack of response of the shinigami, things you would for dinner.
And to see the tomboy put a hand through his silky hair the color of fire in an affectionate gesture, could not prevent a percoresse download every fiber of his body.
He wanted to tear the hand that was allowed to caress Nahema. His
Nahema.
He managed to subside only with immense effort. The small human
not belong to him alone, he knew well. But
, and could not suppress a shudder, he knew that sooner or later, the applicant would have the upper hand, and he would surely have claimed their right of possession on the fragile magician with violence.
I very much hope that day come soon or never come.
* Lust
- The
lust is to abandon wanton sexual pleasure. In Western society the word lust is no longer widely used, as it is normally considered acceptable sexual behavior involving consenting adults. -
Every moment that passed with the creature was pure torture. A
torture that went on for too many years.
He stopped at the bathroom door, looking at him with feigned disinterest while he was busy washing un'ostinatissima wildfire, land and gray dust that had stained his shirt during the last experimental evocation.
the Chino basin, hair the light touching the nose, lower lip gently tortured by the teeth, eyes narrowed and his forehead lightly beaded for the force that was applied with a sponge.
the open window on the dark sunset came a slight gust of wind in the evening, damp and cool, who came to the nostrils of the Vampire with the smell of her skin.
He retired as a shadow behind his room without being noticed, and once closed the door behind him, leaned against it, planting the nails in the palms, trying to calm the furious beat of blood in his veins.
I wanted.
I wanted so desperately to feel bad.
He wanted to grab those silky hair, sniff to see if it smelled davvaro fishing or was it just her shampoo.
He wanted to take possession of those red lips like strawberries and never leave the casket more velvety.
He wanted to shake her body thin, torture, play with his excessive sensitivity, bend it like a reed under his caresses.
He wanted to make it his own, slowly, gently, letting him know how much she loved him, as he had always loved it and squirm with pleasure.
wanted to see her hands convulsively shake the sheets, then squeeze his neck like an anchor.
wanted to hear him scream his name among the moans
E, more than anything else, wanted to see him at the height of ecstasy, his face ravaged by passion, his head buried in the pillow and his eyes wide open.
slid slowly to the ground, clutching in un'abbraccio lonely, trying to stop their trembling.
Once certain of being able to sit still on his knees, picked up the black jacket, grabbed the keys to the house and walked quickly toward the door.
Crossing for an instant look of melancholy Nahema, for one, brief moment he thought of stopping.
But this passed as soon as his eye fell on the neck open and wet.
He shut the door behind him and went down quickly the stairs.
He knew he was hurt a little bit each time, but he needed to survive.
* Ira
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Anger, especially understood as a feeling of revenge is one of the seven deadly sins that we must always and in any case refrain . -
After years living alongside Nahema, believed now to know him well.
yet to see him cross the threshold of that hall, including not to know anything about him.
difficult to recognize the fragile, innocent human infant in that raging demon advancing slowly in the middle of the ocean of fire.
The image that was reflected in a pool of blood at his feet were deformed in colors.
Nahema seemed to have become the same color of the flames around him.
red as fire.
vermilion.
dark red.
Slowly the flames became increasingly faint and dark until it disappears on the clenched fists of their master.
When she got used to excessive light and the convulsive trembling of his muscles, he raised his head slightly toward the little magician.
What I read in his eyes froze in my veins.
hate.
boundless hatred, desire for destruction.
But, fortunately, did not seem to direct toward him, but to one who still stood out as an ominous shadow on his broken body.
Ikin grinned unaware of the danger was going.
Yet he could not find in those that tremble in the iris, usually so sweet and bright, a cold layer of contempt. When the glacial
look rested upon him, saw him stare and realized at that moment that he began to cry.
Thin red wires down her cheeks at the mere thought of the person to receive all the hatred for him more important. While
forces abandoned him, he asked forgiveness for all his sins to his angel hungry for blood.
* Throat
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The throat is the desire to swallow more than what the individual needs. It is the greed of food and drink. -
Blood.
as a vampire, he learned quickly what it's vital ditch.
But the time was his greatest teacher.
He soon learned what he needed blood to survive, that was not essential to human and that there was no need to kill.
He had lived for a long time marginalizing voluntarily from civilization, surviving on the blood taste animal and the bitterness of the plague victims.
Then, he slowly savor that of humans in the city, fresh and varied.
Each had its own flavor, there was not one like another.
Children, with even the sugar instead of iron.
women, with a very fruity flavor.
Men, sweet taste but iron.
The elderly, in which age slowly dozed every spirit.
He had tasted all, rediscovering a lost pleasure in the long centuries of his earthly existence.
But still no one had ever left completely satisfied.
He had never attached to a particular flavor. Until
Nahema had not met.
His blood brings with it the best of smells, sweet without being cloying in any way.
And its taste ...
spent hours lying in bed, thinking about the boy's taste: sweet as a child, vaguely vanilla-like women, absolutely irresistible to him.
He wanted to be draining that fragile, small and trembling, to the last drop, aware that only one would allow him to feel fully satisfied for all eternity.
Instead he chose to protect him, forcing himself to ignore it, to seek solace in other veins buttons.
His mind went when in a state of shock when the baby sitting a horse of his legs, was discovered in his will the hollow of the neck, dragging him towards the abyss.
* Envy
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Envy is a feeling towards another person or group of people who have something (actually or metaphorically) that does not have the envious (or lacks). -
Henma between him and was not ever run bad blood. Only
fireballs and insults. The hatred of the arrogant
sister was understandably conscious of the danger he represented, made it clear right away his opposition to the whole issue friendship, trust and coexistence, and still never missed an opportunity to reaffirm its position. The Sahariel
have met seemed to have worsened the situation, doubling the antipathy and the unjust flames that appeared on his clothes.
Then, slowly, the situation had changed.
Henma calmed down (although not disdain to bring up some fire here and there), moving his affection by his brother Angel of ice.
Yet, he still could not accept the presence of the evil twin in the body of Nahema.
Something was boiling blood when something changed in the eyes of Nahema Henma and took possession of the body.
could not bear to see your hands move to move those thin wires away from the eyes, then moved to better accommodate the clothing, to unbutton his shirt slightly to finally straighten out and assume its typical expression serious.
He hated when this happened in the presence of Sahariel.
could not stand the looks that the two exchanged, the complicity that was formed immediately, gestures indicating their relationship.
He knew that he would never accept that their relationship until Henma had possessed the body of Nahema.
He knew that he would never accept Henma until he had been allowed to touch the body of his brother at his pleasure as he longed to be able to even touch.
* Sloth - Sloth
The term indicates the workings aversion mixed with boredom and indifference . - How
angel his life had never been a very interesting chore, call, prayer, war. His
unche entertainment venues were the volumes of knowledge, as with the other Archangels established a relationship was anything but friendly and peaceful.
Then Lucifer, Sin and the Fall had put an end to that existence boring, sending him to live as a renegade among men.
And her life became an eternal wandering, looking for a place to be.
For centuries, the certainty that only prompted him to move on.
Sometimes, in the silence of the woods or in the turmoil that echoed through the alleys of big cities, a small voice asking him to stop, to surrender.
off and put an end to their suffering had seemed appealing.
And when he had let himself go limp at the foot of an old oak tree, tired and battered, the certainty of his own end, he had wrapped.
his hour had come, then?
At that moment a small white hand was resting on his arm, forcing him to open his eyes tired to fix those in earth tones of a curious child.
A small, fragile human being who was asking him if he was hurt.
Nahema.
A sign sent to him by someone to encourage him to live, how would understand a little later, when, trying (for the first time) to drink his blood, Henma told him to "do not dare to approach their tentacles to his brother" ;, underlining the threat with a small ball of fire in the middle of the ribs (the first in a series).
When, a few days later, you wake up in a comfortable bed, made that promise which tied inextricably to the small and his time began to flow.
A new goal, a new life.
Accompany and assist the young magician.
He started running again, but this time it was only ..
So far, I ate mostly meat, or what should be meat. Since the choices are obviously written in Japanese, I usually choose the ones that I can read ... but I hope that at the end of three months to read the entire menu. 
