The Muse

prologue

   men, they're all sinners. 

especially when it comes to a woman.

all it takes is a fantasy, and for the right woman to come along and dangle it in front of them. 

because with fantasy comes lust, and with lust comes greed and once you have that you've already got their soul at your dispense.

I always felt the most alive using my cunning on those pathetic men, whispering to their souls whatever it is that I please and then making them believe they found heaven on earth. 

I've always found the darkness of it all to be electrifying... until i met you.

you were different, your soul wasn't tainted like rest.

you were pure

you were true

and because of me, you'll never be the same. 

and for that, I am sorry.