Narration(Xander): The color drains from her skin. Ghostly white and still.
Narration(Xander): It's a thrill to finally see it. It'll be even more of a thrill to shatter.
Narration(Xander): Oh the pain of her hate! I'm supposed to be in control Me with a lifetime of experience. Her a newborn goddess of two days old. Born from my forehead. Product of my own mind's skill.
Narration(Xander): She's a child. I can't run too fast for her. Control your temper Ves Xander. But...she won't let me...
Narration(Xander): ...I'm lost in my rapture...do I wish to die at the hands of the equal I created from the very sea foam?
Narration(Xander): She learns well. Every move I make, I hand a new weapon to my enemy.
Xander: Enough.
Narration(Xander): Shut it down.
Narration(Xander): Before my mind races out any further
Xander: Enough.
Narration(Xander): ...and wakes the servants.
drama queen. I'm sure I don't need to specify who. am I starting to cringe with all that glass everywhere yet? *yoda voice* u will b...
someone's struggling with his identity. that's what he gets for reading books.
what more do I say? we've got a long long way to go. it'll involve glass.
CHATEAU GRIEF PATREON
Characters: Xander, Kore, Shane
