Alway mine, always mine..
And I laugh over her bowed head, accepting my branding grasp upon the pale starlight of her hair. Escape sits on her tongue and she says nothing, the lesson learned. Escape and freedom are just words and I am stronger than that.
Again and again you've asked me. Why do I laugh? Because dear Filia-san.. It's so funny. Strife and hate and murder are only words as well, nothing more, all another translation for the sentient heart, excuses to act out blindly, and just another reason why she and I exist. So many wonder why, and seek the light, only to be slapped down by the very entities who exist to hold the light and help other to it. Yet a moment of kindness from a creation of chaos is is regarded as two faced and motive driven. It is, of course.
Just accept the kindness and probe no further. A good deed remains a good deed that way.
She is my good deed and my ulterior motive. Taking her, ripping her from what she was and placing her in me. Stinging under my hair and blinding my eyes, and I want to roll in the flames, letting her consume me. I touch this body here against me, knowing I can, and because I must.
Light and dark battle in a circular war that never began and will never end, and how dare a mere priest such as myself not uphold the expectations of my people? The true beauty of evil. There are no real pretentions. Your hair is so smooth Filia-san. Turn into my embrace and let me wrap you tight, loving the breath from your chest and killing you with my adoration.
Love is just another word, Filia-san.
And so many words are worthless.
Let me inside you, trust me, and sheath your teeth in my shoulders, where they belong. Tighten the bind. I'll tie you up close to me forever, giving you everything devotion should.
Hate me and I am yours.
Be mine and I will show you why I am feared. Dance with me and I'll slaughter the maiden, and laugh as you try to pull away from me.
You pull the bonds tighter, until I can hardly laugh at all from lack of breath. So instead I smile and see you inside my closed eyes. And then I smile all the more at the knowledge we both know.
Downfall. In you it is your blind spite, in we it is lust, and mine alone is the janus-faced hate.