Styx: Commentary Of Hatred

_"Do not tell them the meaning of the Medallion you have no power nor source to discribe such Queen of Hell!" I was a Pity sister to her, and evil sister too, yet never engouth to satisfide her, the oppents of the prophets touched alter levels around the worlds and she knew I was with them, have hold her back with the power of mine to hidde away my children and meaning of the Dark that Androia is protecting and with sordid heard bit, the density of my blood petrified my system as I sucked her out the flames down back, where we was. She will ahve to face the Phallus and lick him to keep her mouth shoot. The Sons of Darkness knew nothing, Nightwolfe Goddess of Darkness and Queen of Androia will know best. My hair turned white, the cells of my army turned dark, my spirit of lightening emerged out the facade of my skin, the furies flew behind as the Spherides of GreeK Myth, the anchor of my Hatefulness, thus a grace braking through.

The liers in wait could not enter the lands of Androia as the building would pass in and out, new contracts was made for Altantis to stop the wars in them north and let the woman's right command with proper refuge among the continents for the intervention.

My body sumerged in a third part of the earth transporting out into the forest, braking out from the routes of the Underworld's Secret for that every one has command its power with false promisses, with out Counciousness, with out understandings. Had raise out the Phallic Temple and have left the Dark Nymphs show the Scientist of Androia what Hell is about and my man. Have cast the Skies with arms out impliying at the flight the Light of God and Thunder, my position above the fire had look down the eyes for Vita and his electromagnetic Aura who protect NW have fade out as I had appeared. Songs of Storm rampagened along the Universe with inmortalized Giant pulse, as a Titan of Natures thunders and lightning, cloud it them minds and protections, earthquakes in the clouds shaken as intruments out my hands and all toguether the thunder transpassed through me with madden laughter lightening bolt my eyes for the divine judgement.

Values who rained down leaving no understanding to Mortals. Both with Nike and Emma the Scientist of Androia steeped away as I had stroke a thunder on to them with a robe of light and turned in the air towards the Heavens and curved down my sculptued wild body with an other move to any one who would opposed the Highest Meaning of the Medallion.

I had not seeing the Warrior Woman Zula, but could wind to the side closing my focus out the light to an other person bellow, it was Hera telling my children to plant flowers with me in her Garden? a minorty would associate me with a springling water who dances in her tips there. The Queen of Hell can't come out with any honesty but the honesty for her own, will need her latter as this trees inclined new misteries for me to conquer.

Long hours passed and days after we had gathered toguether with the sisters of Androia, my children Nike and Vita are the future of the world to me with Vitality and Victory, Hera left to Olympus as the Medallion was in NW Power, I need it to think where to go really. What was this world's form inside my vision and way was my vision so asbtract and sensitive, was this a talent or an illness as mortals think of demons to have?

All the pain, indulgents of passion, the hurt of minds and wickedness belonged to my river and experience and my river had divine waves for it as well to be understood and freed, was I thinking for a place to be with my children when I had all the worlds? Our private moments elighten my heart more then electrical power, the encounter was away sober and sobreity it self, but a natural drunkeness and safe came with them.

Was so greatful for Nightwolfe to have make it through all this journey that I need it to say good by to her. I could not fight against Odin as Jupiter had command, that was not me, not my children. If the ring of greed was to be found may all Primal Gods Seat in Olympus while looking down to its own people, how they treat them and how they live.

_"Warrior sister and Queen Nightwolfe of Androia, France, LCP, Atlantis and other lands, may the Olympian Warriors go with you in this journey or come with me to Olympus or Paris where the Opera Singer waits."

Her forest was conferred by blessings as the paths divide it us, patriarchs with the established cultic regions of the town and the recognition of the precedence of the latter power, for whom Slayer waits hosted me great while seeing in NW eyes, have hugged her with wonder. And holding my deepest faith in my children had walk following Nike, while Vita too hugged NW on this path.

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