[Fairy Tail fanfic, there will be dungeons and warriors involved, if you don't like to enter by mistake, start digging and filling holes]
Dangerous beauty, delicate thorns, dark thorns blocking the path of destiny, that cursed left hand. Destiny, the sound of beauty. The mandala flower next to the poppy is receiving the baptism of blood. Forbidden, forgotten, the king's incantation is on the edge of the cross. Confused, lost, the alchemy bell struck twelve o'clock. Lonely, thirsty for blood, willing to follow this life, the long-cherished wish of death... Don't accept dust, and be at ease...