<font color=#483A61 face=time size=1>I am the Masked Destroyer</font>

Now is the time, now is the hour.
To take back my heart, to take back my power.
This is the moment to break your spell.
I see right through you,
Now burn in Hell, so long.

Something, something, something. It drags at my consciousness, instincts older than I know coming to surface as I realize the carefully laid trap, much like mine. Oh, little flower I may be broken, disjointed, not all there, but I am as clever as they come, you will not have me. I grin as she speaks, the soft undertone of her voice, that innocent little ploy to drag one into a web. She plays her game well, but I am known for recognizing the ones who walk in the shadowed world. I feel laughter bubble up, awareness pricking at my skin as dazzling as a cougar's claws. Sin, sinner, sinful sinner, before me, under me, dominated and submissive all at once. Oh she is a smart little witch, this female in the sooty pelt. "My mother taught me to always play, little flower, for without play this world is drab, dull, not so...gay."

I cannot tell through her whited-out eyes if she looks me over, but I can feel that she does, jade becoming molten in my skull as she gazes at me. Oh yes, feel it, her eyes are hot and hungry and they drive me forward, to keep playing this finely tuned game of cat and mouse. Ah, but who is the cat? Perhaps, perhaps, we play the same game, sing to the same tune, walk the same walk, and talk the same talk. Oh, but I can see it now the team we could make, this awesome duo of light and dark. But I smell him, my blackened soul can feel his approach. It is as if the shadows darken, living creatures scurry away in the promise of his appearance and I know, I know because I have made it, I created this evil that walks the earth and I could not have been prouder of him. This girl, my girl, mine only mine, she is in more danger than she could comprehend.

Between us, the sooty girl stands, Tobias sliding up out of the dark. I grin, my sin, my little black sinner. I laugh, it bubbles up unbidden. "You wish a game, Tobias?" I move, putting myself between mine and my boy. He is not going to get her. He won't and I can assure him of this. "Mine..." I growl out, one word, it weighs, I know it weighs. Hackles raise as head lowers, fangs bared. The little flower is my own, and he will not have her. Not this one, not when she promises things she must keep. I want a game, blood sport, and I care not who it comes from. My tail raises in challenge, ears back and pinned to my skull as I snarl. Why, why, why, why must I fight him, why for her? Who is she? What is she? Perhaps, this is why, I must know her, I must solve the puzzle that is her mind, even if it means dissecting her brain to figure it out.

I tricked you to fall in love, little boy.
I played with you 'til I was done, like a toy. Like a toy
Hard in love as I destroy the end of you. The end of me
So easily fooled, little boy, to think it's true, that I'm in love with you

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