Paths Chosen, Infernos Burning
I feel it getting closer, with each passing day. The promise of a final arch, of a climax to this play. Destiny calls, and she is my only mistress now.
All other bonds have been torn away. Love is only an illusion and a distraction. I have learned that, now. No, not learned. I always knew. Now it is simply confirmed. I have allowed myself to be delayed for too long.
Distraction. All else is a distraction from this task I must complete. The painting is near perfect. A few final touches, and it will be enough for Rose to guide our steps there. I owe him nothing, but I will give him this. A chance to stop me. To slow my hand. I know he will not take it. If he does, I will simply remove him from my path.
I feel this phoenix burning inside of me. This inferno begging to be freed. I hear the past whispering in my ear, in a voice older than time.
I have the tools in my hands.
It is time.
All other bonds have been torn away. Love is only an illusion and a distraction. I have learned that, now. No, not learned. I always knew. Now it is simply confirmed. I have allowed myself to be delayed for too long.
Distraction. All else is a distraction from this task I must complete. The painting is near perfect. A few final touches, and it will be enough for Rose to guide our steps there. I owe him nothing, but I will give him this. A chance to stop me. To slow my hand. I know he will not take it. If he does, I will simply remove him from my path.
I feel this phoenix burning inside of me. This inferno begging to be freed. I hear the past whispering in my ear, in a voice older than time.
I have the tools in my hands.
It is time.