I don’t know what this is? This sinful feeling for her is beyond any celestial consequence, but why should he have her? He is only of flesh and blood; what if I were? She doesn’t even know I exist, or that I’ve fallen in love with her. If she knew she wouldn’t resist, she would insist that I leave this place and take her for myself. She would be mine like a trophy on my wall, whom I would worship every night fall. My will to disobey is worthy enough to cause a schism among his rules, never to be forgiven among flesh, blood and fools! I’ve made this journey for her, and now she’s mine, all mine!