𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ✔

🌻 | 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚘𝚗𝚎

i.

I wear a golden cross in my left ear.

Kind of ironic, isn't it?

I haven't put my faith in the Holy Father since he tried to take away my power.

ii.

Instead of moulding me into a meek maiden,

He unknowingly gave me the match to fuel my rage.

Does He tremble in heaven,

fearful of what I might do when I enter the final stage?

iii.

The Holy Father made a powerful enemy.