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Posted on April 3, 2015 at 10:55:20 AM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
In this world, there are others that need to be pushed. Far too many are content to be stagnant, to stay in one form or another for too long. Their lack of adaptability causes them to atrophy. It is those that need to be pushed; they either move, or they fall. There are surely others that detest my actions, for deciding who to push and when to do it but I cannot find it within myself to care. I may not know a stranger's name but I can still see them just the same. I can still see their strengths, their weaknesses, the intricate details of their lives, slowly unraveling with each little nudge. Like a thorn, one must burrow their way inside. The afflicted either outlasts or grows sick with the affliction of fear, of weakness. I am that thorn today. How unfortunate, or fortunate I suppose, for her to be the flesh in which I shall burrow. Any other day, I might have overlooked her. I might have merely walked on by as she lay low in the grasses. Today, however, I can feel a fracture within my very skull. I can feel Lihi and the others scratching away. It is maddening. It must be itched.
As I circle her, I observe the subtleties of her physique. She is a small thing, a mere hare compared to the boars that scurry about the free lands. Is it not strange that this hare is coated in the same crimson that would have otherwise labeled her a princess had it not been for her taking residence in the wrong womb? It is strange, curious even. I almost wish to jest about such blood with her but I dare not speak of it. I do not wish for the preconceived ideas of Angels to take route within me, like a cankerous sore. Instead, I can only sneer in amusement. Who we were born to be? Had I been dictated by my blood, I would be seated beneath the throne of Diveen like an egotistical child, begging for scraps from the royal table. Feed me, king - feed me, queen. Make me feel special.
"If you were born to be weak, do you wish for me to make you strong? To take such a burden from you?"
There are many ways to take weakness away, or to replace it with strength. I wonder what she thinks will be the best cure for such a pitiful thing. I don't suppose she knows all her options, though. I had taken Lihi's weakness after Anselm had purged it; her eyes, a tender, foul little thing. So what part of this one shall I take? It would be a shame. I do like this game. Perhaps she knows another way. I cannot help but look expectant as I come to her anterior once again, meeting her eyes with a ceaseless intensity.
I pause then, staring into her. This time, I do not seek. I place. I place a challenge unto her. The stakes, I do not know. But if she cowers, I cannot say how I will react. I want to see something. I want to see some semblance of strength come out of this little hare before I find a way to do it myself. One step closer again - testing, prodding. Always with that merciless sneer of amusement. If only she knew how close I was to taking checkmate. She might just bite.