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VI.1: DiscipleThere is no destiny in her faded future, especially the way it is beginning to emerge. Slowly she is taking a hold of me, soon to have my mind and my body.VI.1: Disciple
And here we are at the beginning, where the clear cut cold breaks the surface of her heart.
It is her time to triumph, ready or flawed, soar or fall.
The light fades the horizon into the dusk, she is an angel of too bright light, dead to the earth but true the everlasting torment.
Like a cluster of thorns quick to draw blood, she is stealthy and soundless, she taunts my desires.
by ~AGSuzanne
VI: ReconstructionShe pursues for an asylum, but she will never find her ray of brilliancyVI: Reconstruction
without her obscurity. I know this, I observe.
It as is if my eyes disguise her true form, she is like a infant, growing, but she grows slower then truth shall present.
She mortifies my actuality, it is a travesty of justice, my justice. Or conceivably I am just possessive. But even the prejudice cannot kill the enchantment.
I gaze, I attain, but I remain bewildered. She cannot be legitimate.
Still, I can hear her voice, I can feel her breath, I ca
by ~AGSuzanne
V: NeophyteAnd there she stood in desolation, fighting back the urge to cry out. The blood poured from every chasm in her now weak body, and the chains held her tight but left room for failure, failure that I could in vision. But it never happened.V: Neophyte
She is strong much like her father, her father to whom I was a-slave. but I was now to do her biddings, if so she desired my consciousness. But she must first advance.
In my eyes she looks too angelic, and it is repulsive. She is still far too human, and holds on to her old ways, but underneath t
by ~AGSuzanne
IV: ProselyteAnd I surveyed my newly born scars, they lined my now cleansed bodyIV: Proselyte
but they would ultimately disappear. I was new, like a child,
trying to fit into the world, only this world was more obscure.
I had past to test of vitality, and only time would tell its holdings. But every minute I feel more immortal, like the life is being drained from some helpless human, and entering my au courant body.
But still my craving could fail me, and I could be devoured by my own requirement for virtue. But let us not worry about this now, for everything will soon
by ~AGSuzanne
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