We Shall Rise
The cinnamon vixen lost everything in the past, over and over. She restarted with nothing, over and over. They took every chance to use their subtle claws, over and over. To enslave her, over and over. To bed her without her consent, over and over. Yet she learnt a little each time, kept those mental notes safe and sound. And so each painful punishment became another lesson, another chance to use the tiny fragments of venom etched into what was left of her brain, fragments that in time would unite to become what she was today. And so, what can they do now? For the bronze Goddess was the alchemist that turns loss into victory; the golden one with the golden touch. And so, regardless of the length of the road, her destination is assured. She was going to take everything from them and leave them with nothing. She was going to tie them to her, chain them, bind them, enslave them if she must but she will make sure that they will feel each blow, mentally and physically fore she was now their Pharaoh, the capo di tutti capi of the infamous Ithuriels. She was not alone now, not anymore. She had met a few of her half-siblings, a handful of them were actually, dare she say, acceptable. As the fallen God hit the ground she knew that his crown will be heavy upon her however she would not trade it for the world. She was Head of the family now, the one true Goddess that shall not only unite them but lead them to a prosperous life if they decide to follow her. It is family that wins. Always anf forever, and if her siblings had the same upbringing like her they know this was the fmaily way, they were like a bdn of thieves, chained together through loyalty. There were only cold and broken hallelujahs. |
