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When she was quiet
I wept
To ward off the silence

When she screamed
I withdrew
So as not to disturb the sound
I saw an Angel in my dream.
She said she would fulfill any wish I have.
"Should I make you the best ?"she asked.
"No,"said I.
"Just a little better than yesterday.
That will do."
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                                                  ~~~ Act I ~~~


Please look after Theron for me.

                                             How could I possibly do your job for you?
                                                          You better not slack on your duties.

Fiora, the moment is upon us.
He will come to rescue you,
and I will be left behind.
I cherish the memories, but soon,
there will be nothing left of me to hold on to.

                                                            ­                                       Oh, Eamon.
                                                          How could you think such a thing?

It’s the cruel truth I’ve made peace with.
Theron must choose.
One life, one love...
and I know where I stand.
You are his heart.
I am just his shield.
Naturally,
he will save you,
and I must be the sacrifice.

                                                     ­                                         Just his shield?
                                                                ­    Never say that again, Eamon.
                                                   Never forget how deeply he loves you.
                                                                ­        He loved you first, after all.

He loved me first, Fiora,
and I wouldn’t dare forget his care—
even in death,
I’d remember.
But you are different.
The first love of a friend
cannot compare
to the love of his wife.

                                                          ­                      I know Theron's heart.
                                                        It would break him to see you dead.

Yes,
It will hurt him.
And I hate to go.
But at least one of us can stay by his side.
Please, keep him happy.

                                                         ­                                                    …Yes.
                                                                ­                            Yes, it will hurt.
                                                                ­      But he will have the courage
                                                                ­                                    to carry on,
                                                                ­                                          for you.




                                                   ~~~Act II~~~


Theron—why?
Why would you save 𝑚𝑒?

                                You know why, Eamon.
                                                    Without her,
                                    you are all I have left.
                                                   Without you,
                                      I'd have nothing left.

But Fiora was your joy.

                                      And you are my life.

She was your heart!

                                    And you are my soul.

                                                      I loved her,
                                     and I loved you first.
                                                      I loved her,
                                     and I love you more.
                                       She knew my heart.
                                                        Sh­e knew,

                                              That I need you.




                                              ~~~ Epilogue ~~~


                                One cannot understand true love
                       until they have experienced true friendship.

                                          For your truest friend
                                          will be your first love.
                                                     To some,
                                             their greatest love.

                           Romantic or platonic are different hues
                                        of the same infinite light.
                                           Which shines brighter
                                    is a question left unanswered.

                                                    In the end,
                                  love is measured not by its title,
                                   but by the sacrifices it requires
                                        and the truths it reveals.

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I—
  

  ...
  


  ɪ…
  

  ...
  


  I—
  

  ...
  


  𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎­𝑙𝑒
  

  ...
  


  I just—
  

  ...
  


  I—
  

  ...
  


  𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝
  

  ...
  


  𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭—
  

  ...
  


  𝐈—
        ɪ—
  

  ...
  


  𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑
  

  ...
  


   um—
  

  ...
  


  𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦
  

  ...
  


  ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ
  

  ...
  

  ...
  


 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵—
  


  ...𝙉𝒆𝙫𝒆𝙧𝒎𝙞𝒏𝙙.
Tell me who you are
Tell me who you'll be without me
Tell me all your dreams
Do they echo your prophecy?

Show me what you are
Show me what you'll be without me
Show me all your fantasies
Do they falter in the face of reality?

Listen to my voice
It will fade into silence when I am gone
Listen to all my suspicions
Do they threaten your delusions?

Feel my embrace
It will be empty when I am gone
Feel all my doubts
How do they stand against your trust?  

Take who I am
To become who you are
Take all my dreams
Turn them into your personality

Destroy who I am
Become what I was
Crush all my memories
Rearrange them into your identity


Tell me who you are
Tell me who you’ll be without me
What will remain when I am gone?
Nothing, unless you follow my instructions

Don’t trust your dreams
You cannot save me
Your delusional fantasy
Will be torn by reality

Take my dreams instead
Shatter and reshape them
Breathe in my soul
Until it becomes your own

Take all my dreams
Turn them into your personality
Take all that I am
To become who you are

Take my soul
That is your identity
Become what I once was
That is who you are

See, there is no need
To shed a single tear
For I will never leave
As long as you become me
I stole diamonds because they were beautiful.

She stole me because I was beautiful.

And then, by your hand, we all died.


But I refused to leave.
I stubbornly remain.
To gaze upon this Iron Angel…
𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙.

You've waited all this time.

To be stolen.

By this Diamond Devil.

Because you are beautiful.
𝑆𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙.

Well, I am the thief of beautiful things.
So, you, Iron Angel—

YOUR LIFE IS MINE TO TAKE.


I shall take you, Pride,
To your disappointing doom.

Since by your own logic,
You are not worthy of life.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡.


You truly are beautiful,
As they all say.



But
I
am


𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔.



Oh, puppet.
You were never meant to live.

The pride of your mother, Power?
No.
You are simply the vanity of your creator.


No longer your victim, I return,
Through my masterful transformation.

In honor of Revenge,
And his broken-hearted friend, Redemption,
It is time.

Iron Angel,

𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛.

For I am no Man of Greed.
I am no Diamond Devil.
No.


They may bow before an Iron Angel.


But that angel shall crumble.


Under the gaze—


𝑶𝑭 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑫.



I AM THE ONE,

WHO SHALL BRING YOU NOT TO YOUR KNEES,

BUT TO YOUR END.


The Man of Greed was stolen by the Lady of Lust.

So, the Diamond Devil stands against the Iron Angel.



AND IT IS THE GOD, DECEPTION,

𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑺.
Diamond Devil vs Iron Angel Pt. 3
When greed and lust meet…
𝑆𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.


She caught me in her tight grasp.
She wouldn’t let me go,
She wouldn’t let me go.
I was trapped inside,
𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙.

A diamond devil,
Trapped within her,
𝐴 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒.


Lady of Lust,
Man of Greed.
We had a deal,
We made an agreement.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡.

I wanted diamonds,
You wanted me.
So you gave me diamonds,
And I gave you me.
But when our time was up,
And I wanted to leave,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒.

We are both sinners,
But you—
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙.

I was willing to give,
But not let you take.
Not let you steal,
Beyond the bounds,
Of mutual benefit.
But you took,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑.


I wanted diamonds,
You wanted me.
You were my tool,
And I was your doll.
I humanize such pretty things.
You dehumanize,
𝑂ℎ, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑒.

I was so pretty,
𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑢𝑔𝑙𝑦.

Lustful Lady,
You are evil.
And I,
Man of Greed,
𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙.


Intoxicating lies,
Never as beautiful,
As real jewels.
That's why I wear these diamonds,
To hide this ugly…
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.


You couldn’t deceive me,
But you sure could use me.
And you sure did.
Oh, how amusing,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.


You couldn't fool me,
But you could fool them.
And you sure did.
Oh, what an actress,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒.

I stole diamonds,
Because they were beautiful.
You stole me,
Because I was beautiful.
I stole diamonds,
You stole attention.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑.


Of course I said I could love her—
𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟.

She got addicted,
Just like I did.
I wanted diamonds,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒.

We were both selfish,
Appeasing our addictions.
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙.

We stole.
Not just me.
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒.


I love pretty words,
Truth or lie.  
Their elegance, I like.
I hate ugly words,
Truth or lie.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑦, 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑒.

I told her pretty words,
So she could smile a semi-precious smile,
And she gave me pretty jewels in exchange.
I stole diamonds,
Because they were beautiful.
And she stole me,
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙.


This Diamond Devil,
Whispering truths,
They will not believe,
For I am too pretty for honesty.
I cannot be deceived,
So, the deceiver,
I surely must be.
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑑.


Never again.
No justice for the dead.
So I refuse to die—
Not to your lies,
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

I foresee not,
The death you’ve wished for.
I will be here,
Long after you're gone.
I will be here,
Reclaiming what you stole—
𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦.

I took a gamble,
And I lost.
I could have foreseen this fall,
But I played,
And I lost.
I played the wrong game,
But now I know,
𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒.


Lustful Lady,
I am the master of deception now.
I foresee every trap you lay,
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒.

She cheated and played the victim,
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟.

And what do we do,
When we can’t bear it anymore?
We tear such pretty things—
𝑇𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠.
Diamond Devil vs Iron Angel Pt. 2
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