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March 27 - March 30, 2025
Her favorite form of hiding was not hiding at all.
Man had a funny way of blaming the devil for things he didn’t like. It was strange that we were called evil when humans were the ones who enjoyed watching us burn.
An ember of anger was slowly igniting within me, reducing the person I used to be to ash. At times my simmering rage was the only indication I was still alive.
She didn’t understand the hatred I was being consumed with. Didn’t see how I longed for revenge.
“You might hate it. Or love it. But temptation will surge through those magical veins of yours, obliterating all common sense. You’ll want me to save you from the endless torment by giving you everything you love to loathe. And when I do, you’ll thirst for more.”
That thought ached, so I shoved it deep down where it couldn’t hurt me, with the other unpleasant feelings I’d been storing lately.
Even if I confessed the darkest desires in my heart, there wasn’t anything Antonio could do to help me.
I wanted what they had so badly that I burned with hatred. It was an ice-cold hate so potent that I was frozen down to my very core.
It was too much. Wanting that which would never be mine…
I wanted to be the kind of person who didn’t panic and could act calmly. But logic didn’t penetrate my terror.
“Vengeance is a potent emotion. It makes you easy prey to both humans and demons alike. Never let someone know what your true motivations are. If they know what you want more than anything, they’ll craft all sorts of sweet lies and half-truths to manipulate you. They’ll know exactly how far they can push, what to offer, and what you would never refuse, giving them the upper hand. Your first goal should be to remain alive. Figure out everything else as you go.”
A sob tore loose. The harder I tried fighting it, the more uncontrollable my sobbing became. How foolish to think I had nothing left to lose.
Fear made monsters of men.
Having all of his attention directed at me was intoxicating.
I wanted him to devour me. Or maybe I wished to devour him.
A reckoning awoke in me. The more I gave, the more he returned. We traded kisses like blows. And if this were a fight, I wouldn’t know who was winning.
People carved words into weapons often, but they only had power if I listened to them instead of trusting in myself.
If my enemies wanted to create doubt in me, I’d believe in my own abilities even more. Even if I had to fake it until it felt real.
If I didn’t run now, there would be no undoing this. Some bonds could never be broken.
I hoped the kingdom of the wicked was ready for a vengeful queen.
