notes: my depiction of g666 as the irredeemable monster that she deserves the chance to be 💓
Guest 666 is no coward.
Cowards flee from the charging bull Fate. Yet she grabs it by the horns. She carves a chalice off its pain and drinks the poison borne of its spite. It falls from her lips, runs down cold bone, and glues burgundy onto her blackened fingers.
Guest 666 is no coward.
Cowards pride themselves in stolen power. But the anomaly earns and works for, time and time again, what should have been and what is now hers. Power is an infinite resource, innate and vulnerable, but it does not give itself to others.
Guest 666 is no coward.
Cowards quiver before the symbol of death. Yet here the symbol lies, submissive and nimble, handle bridled between her fingers. Its end waited for her signal to harvest the weed shivering in a windless plain. In its eyes masquerade a falsehood of repentance, a last ditch effort to extract pity.