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He hated the spring. The air sickly sweet, purple and pink and blue petals dancing jovially in the air, mortals entwined in each other's arms and sun making days glad.
Fire and Death had no place in Demeter's bléssed land of flowers, and people seemed to view him as a joke in the scalding light. Another whiff of the perfumed air and they'd dismiss him as an illusion. Of course, that made dragging them through the tunnels of flame and wind so much sweeter…
Sweetness like the spring flowers, sweetness like a shared kiss, sweetness like only Death can bring.
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Finally something Grim-y, huh? Anyways, I'm mad at global warming for making spring come earlier than it used to come. I miss winter, here where I live I got like one snowstorm and that was freakin' IT.