'Twas Wrath that drove the maiden fair to her death, and ultimately rebirth. Her other actions had betrayed an angelic virtue during the course of her short life, but the last she made at the end undid it all. Never would she hear angels sing for her, praising all work done prior, and forever would she be chained to Hellish ground, an unmarked grave, and her undying thirst.
Like a ravenous beast she conquered the night, and like its enchantress she reigned. No mercy was shown by her, and no mercy was begged. No, she was queen of her own hell, alone, powerful, immortal. So many perished beneath her pale feet as she trod across the lives of mortals, disrupting the forces of nature.
The virtue once lost was never reclaimed.
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