What is this?
Lady of Lust—
How dare you!

You are mine to command,
Yet your gaze falters,
Entranced by something so fleeting,
So mortal,
So 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡.

What could a mortal pawn possess,
To steal your devotion from my sovereignty?

Your eyes,
Once lifted to my perfection,
Now fall upon him.

𝐻𝑖𝑚.

A mortal man.

A creature of false beauty.

A disgusting,
Imperfect,
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

Why do you call him beautiful?
Does his form rival mine?

𝑁𝑜.

It cannot.

It must not.

But still, your gaze lingers,
Your sinful obsession festers.

What an affront!
His false beauty,
His mere existence,
Mocks me.

Mocks my supremacy.


𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.


I will destroy him.
I will tear this illusion apart.

For no mortal shall dare ascend to my beauty.
No rival shall dare surpass my beauty.

Lady of Lust,
You will obey me.
You will take him,
Taint him,
𝐸𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

You will never worship such 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 again.

You will desecrate his name,
Expose his flaws,
Prove his ugliness.

Through you,
𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

And Justice—
Lady Justice—

You will bow to me too.

Your scales will tip as I command.

Through you,
𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

For no beauty can persist but 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.

I am Pride,
Perfection incarnate.

ABOVE MORTALS.

ABOVE GODS.

ABOVE ALL.