Woke up today thinking about how if I were Vlaakith, the moment I would have a paranoid dream of Orpheus returning, I would have been taken out his main lackey Voss. The last loose end. Why on earth was he still alive all these centuries???
She's too distracted by the soothing agonized moans of the Skin Sphere to hear the voices warning her of her mistakes. Listen to your doubts. Don't let guilt drag you down queen.
You know. I'm in my ego era, and you know what actually? Hell yeah.
Maybe I would keep around the second hand man of my enemy as a trophy.
As a treat.


















