Lua Klein - Blog Posts

You know those love stories when a rich guy falls in love with a poor girl?

Guess ours started more or less like that.

I mean, you’re definitely a wealthy young man with lots of money, and you still think it’s not enough.

That doesn’t really bother me at all.

In spite of that, you can buy me a nice dress once in a while. I appreciate it.

In return, I’ll give you permission to kill a bunch of bitches who’re jealous or how delightful I am of just because of how suited we are for each other.

In fact, killing is one of your best hobbies, which I find lovely, actually.

When you do kill, I’m not exactly left behind.

I’m simply waiting at another place.

You come to me and amaze me with your murder tales. Oh, I love them so much, darling! Haven’t I told you before?

Sometimes you take me to dance, and after, we’re alone in a quiet room.

You like to wear white everytime you kill the hell out of people. You claim that that color turns out insanely more beautiful when covered in fresh blood. I totally agree.

I’m aware quite well that I’ll be the last person you’ll ever kill. I’m fine with that too.

Till then, it’s a long way to go.

As a masoquist sadistic yet mutually romantic couple, let this groom and this bride love one another even in death.