As he had feared, the law was firm. Of course, it is the base of everything! To seperate from chaos it had been formed, firm and strict. Rutheless. And he had worn it's crest, held it high with pride! King.. Of Angels! He felt his heart. Beating. His single life was the linchpin of all of this law, he was the law. She.. was the chaos. She was his heart. Thus she was his crest, his law. He looked outside, while turning his head he saw his reflection from the mirror. Short silver hair. I guess I am no raven no more, and smiled
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