I look around, making sure.
A sigh of relief.
Finally, for once, I'm alone, without the nephelim's aggravated yelling or the mysterious being of the sky's obscene comets and attempts to sneak into my mistress's quarters.
Right....
My mistress.
She's the reason I'm here.
Standing in my lonesome.
She's the reason I do what it is I do.
Cleansing.
Purifying.
Fighting....
Killing.
It's all for the vision.
Oh, the vision........
It is she that has given me such dedication.
Though....
There are times when I believe even she has doubts.
She hates that in the fool, yet I see that same bone-chilling uncertainty in her eyes.
I hate this.
I hate feeling as if there is nothing I can do to dispel it.
To calm her mind.
But....
It doesn't matter anyhow.
That isn't my place.
I am her knight, her servant, her pawn, her blade.
Raising my hand, I snap my fingers, muttering under my breath as a soft melody fills the room.
The melody of my soul.
I see it.
I see it in your eyes.
Calling out....
Calling out....
Breaking past your, gritted teeth...
your solid eyes....
your smiling lips....
You cannot hide....
I see it all, and I....
bleeeeeeed....
Because you are what I....
seeeeeek....
Bleed me dry
leave nothing left.
I am yours, only yours....
My breaking blade
my shattered mind
drain your knight of this...
I am hers, and hers alone.
She is my mistress...
My one lord.
rusted blood......
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