The Last Twilight
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Before Alexandra's eyes had closed in everlasting sleep there was a pleading in them, such as the likes I've never before seen in a pair of human eyes. Pleading and terror, mingled with an exquisite pain. Though my memory of it is sometimes dulled.. perhaps because she did not cry out. Not even a breath of air to betray her, for the Hemlock kept her silent all the while.

Now it was not my intent to abuse her, nor to prolong her suffering in any way. For her sacrifice was already great, and I shall ever hold her dear to my heart because of it. It is not so much her death that appeases the Spirit Leviathan, but the shedding of my dear Alexandra's flesh. It must be taken from her in whole sections while she is yet alive, not tainted in any way by the cyanic tint of budding necrosis.

More than half of her lay flayed before me. And even after I had given her the last breath imparted from my own mouth, I assured her of my undying devotion.

"Alexandra, you are my one and only love. You cannot begin to know how grateful and in your debt I shall always be. No other woman will come after you. None shall ever take your place. Sleep well, my darling."

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