Dec 1, 2025
BLESSED BE THE DAUGHTERS OF CAIN, BOUND TO SUFFERING ETERNAL THROUGH SINS OF THEIR FATHERS, COMMITED LONG BEFORE THEIR CONCEPTION.
BLESSED BE THEIR WHORE MOTHERS, TIRED AND ANGRY, WAITING WITH BATED BREATH IN A FERRY THAT WON'T EVER MOVE AGAIN.
BLESSED BE YOU, GIRL; PROMISED TO ME BY A MAN WHO CAN ONLY FEEL HATRED AND CONTEMPT TOWARDS YOU.
I AM NO GOOD NOR EVIL, SIMPLY I AM, AND I HAVE COME TO TAKE WHAT'S MINE.
I WAS THERE, IN THE DARK, WHEN YOU SPILLED YOUR FIRST BLOOD.
I AM HERE NOW, EVEN AS YOU RUN FROM ME STILL.
RUN THEN, CHILD.
YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME FOREVER.
