It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.
His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you.
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.