His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you.
It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.
Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.