i was five years old when i watched my father rape a woman that wasnt my mother, a girl not much older than me, and then i watched my mother kill my father for cheating.

not for his crimes, just because she was jealous of the girl.

how i know? she killed the girl right after.

i was glad i was hiding in the closet. because if not i would've been next. what happened to my mother you might ask- who knows, and who cares.

wi got a new one, a better one.

i went from a noone to a fucking nystrom. i went from unloved to a fucking deity to be worshipped, i went from a scared little kid to a fucking goddess.'

and yet something was missing. some void inside of me was beginning to grow, and i did not like the feeling of it.

and yet i couldn't rid of it.

until one day when i came across someone, someone dark and broody. someone beautifully perfect, the way flammable gods now are.