i don’t know if you’re there.
or if you’re ignoring me.
it’s nice to think you care about me. sometimes.
you do not make mistakes. yet here i am.
am i not the first mistake? am i not the personification of evil?
do you think about me? no, you’re god. holy. you can’t be loving me the way i am. it’s sin.
why is it sin, god? sorry, i meant God. i don’t mean to disrespect. but didn’t you make sin, and not i?
why can’t you change the rules?
i don’t want to hurt. i try to fix things and they get worse. and worse.
there is blood on my hands and you’ve done… nothing.
no, no, there’s the Plan. can’t forget that.
but you made me this way.
i guess you needed a bad guy so you could be the hero.
no, not really. but there’s no words to explain it.
-The Least Beloved (do you see these at all?)
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@thebittercorvus had an idea that the Most Beloved found some letters in the new section of the library ðŸ«