[ This is because of what she is. A being born only to execute her own ruthlessly without any recognition that what she did was genocide, but over time questions continued to spring forward. What point was there in her actions when all she did was simply wake up, acquire the information needed for the hunt, and eliminate her prey? At first she tried to combat her own curiosity via the same methods of elimination, destroying everything.
There was always destruction.
Things that weren't her memory began to slip through in an attempt to combat her feelings, to force her to remain emotionless and uncaring. Yet each time she returned to that throne with those chains it wasn't because her hand had been forced, but because it was all she's ever known. After slaying her own brethren mercilessly, it was the only way to contain herself.
In a sea of blackness.
The Drabwurld had been like that for her too. Only blackness. Everything was black. Death ruled this land and made even the planet itself ache with despair. The Unseelie rode under the veil of night and outnumbered their forces vastly, though she hardly paid attention to those massacres.
Nothing caught her interest until this brilliant King made his entrance and in doing so, lit up the world around him as a result. Drawn like a moth to flame, Arcueid no longer has to dream of these things by herself. Not when she can follow his warmth. ]
So long as I remain without temptation, I have no need for shackles.
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There was always destruction.
Things that weren't her memory began to slip through in an attempt to combat her feelings, to force her to remain emotionless and uncaring. Yet each time she returned to that throne with those chains it wasn't because her hand had been forced, but because it was all she's ever known. After slaying her own brethren mercilessly, it was the only way to contain herself.
In a sea of blackness.
The Drabwurld had been like that for her too. Only blackness. Everything was black. Death ruled this land and made even the planet itself ache with despair. The Unseelie rode under the veil of night and outnumbered their forces vastly, though she hardly paid attention to those massacres.
Nothing caught her interest until this brilliant King made his entrance and in doing so, lit up the world around him as a result. Drawn like a moth to flame, Arcueid no longer has to dream of these things by herself. Not when she can follow his warmth. ]
So long as I remain without temptation, I have no need for shackles.