nox a e t e r n a .

Lord Hawk and himself

She has pain in her body. She has pain of the body.

She has dull eyes. They are the colour of sand. Her cheeks are the colour of sand brushed with foamy blood.

She wants nothing more but her goddess's approval.

She wants nothing more but the goddess herself.

She has too many times pressed her blade to her throat, to her stomach, to her heart in an attempt to find where this pain lies.

She wishes to cut out this pain and scatter it about the palace and so destroy her goddess's enemies.

She will be the saviour. She will be her apostle.

She wants her goddess to see her. She needs her goddess to touch her.

She does not love her goddess. Her goddess is simply necessity in her life.

She will destroy herself in order to save her queen.

One who is not beautiful, both inside and out.

One whose beauty will be her destruction.

She seeks the acknowledgment and love of one who does not see her.

She yearns to see, for grime to which she is accustomed to has dis-illuminated her path.

In order to prevail, she knows only to destroy.

In order to survive, she may only destroy.