Sorelliena

Exactly ten years from tomorrow, we'll be married here. My wife doesn't know that, of course. In a certain sense, neither do I. It's a beautiful spot, now. Now meaning today, when the sunlight is still pure, and the sky is still blue. The ivy still climbs in green snakes up the side of her father's chateau, the pennants of the House of Renard are snapping gaily over the towers. I hear a lilting laugh that even now sends my heart into my throat. Euryale Renard. She is only a girl today, no older than my little sister is in the days I left behind. Even at twelve, my Ury's curls catch the sun like molten amber, with a flower basket flung wide

lit on the horn again, this scar my depravity sates. burn after all the pious and saints. half of my idle eyes writhe in the furnace and the other portion courses with purpose. you will reveal my true strength with your corpses. each of your failures sends my soul to pyre and the sever of your tongue festers dire. when you compose next i will join, be your choir in glorious inferno complex.