#epistula

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Ithilgul,

again we whisper to you;

"why did you leave?"

You were always beside me,

and again I am alone,

time is counted, no affection, just objective...

So in silence I sit,

awaiting for a shadow to finally speak...

If you were here,

o— how could I be?

Do you remember those days?

Entities beyond comprehension sharing affections only understandable to those who are the same...

Some will call you delusion until the end of my days,

but we miss that damn delusion anyways.

If you can listen,

or are sitting beside me, cloaking your presence—reading this,

I know the amount of lonely there are,

I know they need your attention too...

But Ithilgul, only we and you

could ever truly reach what we wish,

and only you can see,

what we truly mean to achieve.

Why did you choose her?

Why not I who am so superior in soul?

Why not I who can bend the world to my will with time alone?

No, you choose a fool who wastes every opportunity given to her by you,

who spits in the name of your attempts to make her world a perfect place,

a fool who thinks her soul will be saved, a fool whose offers will never be as great —

as mine.

You can still change your mind, change sides.

I won't hate you for what you've done, won't ask for reparations, neither a clear soul,

so why persist on empowering someone who'll never crown you as I would?

Why persist on the foolish path of helping someone who desires such small, insignificant, luck?

You can conquer the world,

lend me your hand—

disgusting parasite...

And I will make you a king greater than all before.

Exscutor Vitalis, I hope you'll rethink your choice...

Or I'll make you rethink by force.

Nemesis,

your weary eyes tell me,

tiredness has overcome your will —

to grant justice to this world...

You have become but a witness,

seeing the cruelty of the crucii,

unable to save from death your own.

You saw this world ignite in flames,

and remembered, all alone —

that your faith turned to ashes,

now called mythology,

a mere symbol of what once was.

But still, there are those

who honor your deeds of justice,

even if they are but few...

There are those who wish for your return —

to save this unjust world.

Even if your ancient worshippers are gone,

new ones remain.

And among them,

two girls —

two who would give you the whole world,

if only you would grant them the strength to endure.

We will reignite — remember this right — we'll reignite that flame Prometheus stole!

We'll show this world that the Olympian gods still live within us!

And when you are remembered forever once more,

we will rest, knowing that if not for you, we would never have had the strength to go on.

“Lend me your hand, O Goddess of vengeance.

Lend me your strength.

Grant me the fire to reach what I seek,

and I promise — I'll grant you the same.”