Finally... My body ceased to ache. All the tortures you inflicted upon me, now seem as little more than distant memories, a fading dream. And should my scars not be there to remind me of them, maybe I could have forgotten. But what shall never be forgotten is your treachery. Your betrayal. Your poisonous lies. All of them, I keep them close to me, in the centre of my thoughts, never fading away, never allowing me a moment's rest. And my fuel... The constant, ceaseless thought of vengeance. Soon... Love will lie dying.
Helena... I wonder where you have fled to hide from me. Under who's wings have you crawled, who's mind you are poisoning with your sweet, deadly lies... Your attempts to escape are useless. It will all come to end soon... For what you have done, you shall pay dearly. Have no doubts about it, my dear Helena... I will hunt you, and find you, no matter how hard you try to hide. And when I do... You shall feel as I felt, betrayed, fooled, abandoned, when you threw away your facade and showed me your true, horrible self. You shall ache as I ached, when I was desperately hanging to the last thin threads of my life, in your forsaken and accursed catacomb. But most of all... You shall be granted nothing more htan a slow, painful, and agonising death. For all the crimes you commited, for all the lives you lead to ruin, for all the suffering and pain you caused, you shall now be punished, and it will be a punishment you shall suffer greatly.
Rejoice though, my sweet Helena... In death, you shall not be alone, as you were in life. Alongside you, what little is left of me will perish. What small pieces of my humanity survive, are located inside your heart. And they will be crushed, along with it, by my own two hands. It was you who guided me in this path, my love, and it shall be you who will be there, at its end, to witness the success, the glory, the majesty, of your creation. A monster is what you made me... You shall be my first prey. My most delightful...
Do you remember, Helena? Do you remember the tortures you inflicted upon me, the wounds, cuts, slashes, bruises... All of those I endured patiently, clinging only on the thought that, eventually, I would have the chance to return all of them to you. Tenfold. Now... That time has come. And when I find you, you shall suffer, like no man has ever suffered. And from your agonising screams, your pathetic pleads for mercy, I shall draw great pleasure.
I hope you are prepared for what is about to be inflicted upon you Helena. I, the monster you made out of me, will enjoy playing with your weak, fragile body. I will carve out your sins upon your flesh, a testament for who you were, for what you have done. Expect no mercy, no sympathy, no weakness from me... For it was those things that you took away. Expect only rage. And a lust for your blood...
And just before your last breath leaves your mouth, I will look deep inside your eyes, and I will laugh, and I will cry, and I will kiss you deeply, and whisper in your ears words of love, and affection, and passion, just as you have done to me. And when I am done with you, when your cold, broken, lifeless body will have ceased moving, I will rip out your heart, and crush it in my palm. Only then... Will I trully become what you wished of me to become. A fearless, remorseless monster.
And when the sun dawns again, and its first rays spread to warm this earth, you shall feel no warmth. Your memory will be erased from this world, and you will be forgotten, buried in an unmarked grave. No songs shall be sung about your life, save for the howling of the wolves. No tear shall be shed about your passing, save for the tears of my dying existence. No decorations to adorn your grave, save for a crude tombstone, with only one simple word carved upon it, and painted in blood.
Passion...
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
