Kingsley, Ever The Joker, Had

Do Not Cry For Me, Azrael. Do Not Waste Your Tears. You Made Your Decision. And This Is Mine. Sacrifice Seems To Be My Destiny. A Funny Thing For A Selfish Man, Isn't It? They Always Called Me Weak Back Then.

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.

Not That They Were There To Have Fun—although With Kingsley Martin Around, Fun Was Never Far From The Agenda.

Kingsley, Ever The Joker, Had His Venator Mark Tattooed Near His Unmentionables

He Kissed Her, And Their Souls Melted Into Each Other In A Melody Older Than Time.