SIN HAD TAINTED HER PORCELAIN flesh long ago, seeping further, deeper to CORRUPT & with the help of BLACK MAGIC, it corroded the maiden she had been. ‘twas true the CROWN upon her skull was forged of BONES, all simple sacrifices to ensure her POWER. but it was her ENVY that fueled insanity whilst the whispers of those haggered witches caressed & nurtured the BEAST until it emerged ravenous, jowls foaming to feast on the heart of a child brimming with God’s grace.
his words did little to wound her. in fact, they sparked amusement expressed in her dainty snort.
❛ many presume i do not possess one.
though i do believe one SINFUL heart would sense another. ❜