Manipulators, schemers, controllers. Wicked men that are in the society today. In darkness of their beings they consult, connive and scheme how to devour the soul of another.
Enticing words that ensnare the soul, blinding the mind. They give trinkets and rings that they use to monitor, control, summon the ensnared victim. Devouring them with no mercy.
But alas! She is not as common as the rest. Her blood royal, her motives pure. For a while he relishes at his conquest until he starts falling apart speedily.
His wickedness befalls him rapidly, his snares ensnare him suddenly, his traps entrap him viciously with none to come to his aid.
He should never have approached her because of whom she belongs. When she cries He cries, when she's broken He's broken; and He arises in ire to destroy him who tried to destroy her.
She hides in His bosom and watches as the wicked one is eternally tormented. Never to utter another false word. Never to make another soul suffer.
She came to him to pass judgement on his wayward ways. Now she watches...
