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Dark

Fear me.

You’ll die. All of you are going to die.

Look at me.

I wander forward, all long black hair and amber eyes and sharp white teeth.

Who am I?

The blade held in trembling hands will be of little use, didn’t you know?

Pretend you’ve won.

You smile because you think that this time, it will be different.
I smile because I know it will not.

Smile at me.

The screams from down here aren’t questioned anymore. Everyone and no-one knows.

Scream for me.

I never was human, like you all thought.
I was simply a princess.

A dark, twisted princess.

Oh, it’s time for tea.

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