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You. Will. Pay. You know who you are. Consequences, you will pay for them, and I do not just mean your privileges. The trip into that dungeon was much more enjoyable the second time.

Someone very important is here. Someone... yes. She knows the truth. She knows what he is. She knows what being torn apart feels like. Torn apart by a rabid dog who always seems to rebel. Biting the hand that feeds can be a dangerous hobby. Do you want to starve?

I still wish I had seen it. If only what I have no would have been something that existed then. No, these eyes did not see the way he crumbled on top of a pile of corpses and blood. What a beautiful thing. A sight for sore eyes, I'm sure. But I would have loved it.

It is almost worthy of poetry. A sonnet on his misery, carved into his flesh. A poem for those who he has killed, and those he destroyed. It could be a wonderful work of poetry! A shame I'm not much of an artist, I would adore to do a painting. I hardly count scribbling the words "Mine" and "Die" on the side of buildings terribly suiting. Ah, as you may have guessed, as far as I'm concerned, they are permanent unless someone else wishes to clean them up. I have no intention to. I think they are lovely.

I am no longer a sole survivor of this. A barely beating heart and flesh left waiting to be rebuilt. I have someone to share this with again. I had been the only one for so long. I must, must see her.

Lily. Such... a word. It is almost like a foul language to desperate ears. Blood stained, white hands, knowing his sin -- to know what he had done! I bet you are proud, Heine! So terribly proud! No, no! We must play soon. No excuses. And even if you deny it, I will find you. And we will play.

The creatures here are barely satisfactory.

That child was barely satisfactory. And it is against my recommendation to do that again. Lest I be forced to actually want to kill you. How fortunate I find mortal bodies to be little entertainment.

A good few days indeed.

Greed, do tell me you have no plans tonight. Or I will force you to cancel them.

Greed.

I believe we need to expand.

There are nearby buildings that could be of use.

Five more days until I have been here a month.
Heine. That is not terribly long.
You are well, big brother?

Is there enough beds for all the guests that we have living here? If not, my room is open until we are able to make another few. I will sleep elsewhere until then, perhaps. Please do get along, I would hate to have to repaint the Devil's Nest with blood splatters. It's in poor taste to invite guests there while it is in such condition.

I have been deep in thought the past few days by matters mentioned to me, and discussed, even if only openly. They have forced me to think, and answer questions. And live here quietly

Seven more days.
Seven.

It isn't that long to wait. To be able to be who I was. Mother would be pleased to see I have behaved myself. I miss "dog" not being an insult or a comment on the fact that I have a collar. After all, the collar doesn't make the dog, nor does its master. Simply there to aid in training, as to say, mine has been running rather wild lately. Perhaps I should tie him up out back, so I could play with him when I wish. I do hope many plan on attending the after party at the ball. I will be there, being security.

Do behave, do not forget that I don't hesitate to injure people for misbehaving. Being drunk does not provide a logical excuse. Do not forget this is someone else's home as well.

Staying on your best behavior will keep you from becoming part of the decorating. And do not break the furniture.

( Private to Self // Unhackable )