❛ when will you come to REALIZE that there isn't a GOD? ❜
“ When? You ask… ” The words spoken by the mirrored image of her, ardor scorches her palms at the poison of the avenger’s spite spilling over the holy name. A laugh erupts in her throat, it’s bitter & filled with disbelief. Eyes pierce through the other’s, lightning flashes against her teeth & thunder rumbles through her throat. “ Never. I will not stop, my blind fealty could drive me into the left hand of lucifer and I will still pray to the gods that lead me astray for they have once given me a BLESSING of a life that was never possible for WOMAN such as myself; a no-named peasant woman. Brand me with the purity of the lilies, name me the scourge of martyrs, HATE EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING-– til your nails rip through every layer of my flesh, til you snap every bone in my body— I will not stop even if all the gods in this world abandon us. ” Her voice shakes towards the end as her knuckles bleed red from the pressure she had strained it to, she growls out every word with the rage of beast. The thread through her lips to hold back the violence gathering like a storm at the port of her blessed tongue. “ but here is your answer, I will realize it when ARCHANGEL MICHAEL himself smites down my very soul to abyss & gives me his regards– that is when I will realize such a fate & reality, Jeanne. ”