My troubled eyes pierce through the fireplace. Remilia had begged me for my love, but I feared for the scorn of which my heart would grow. Why does she plead to entice a monster's thirst for what it has long since suffered. Perhaps if she weren't as sick with naivety, she'd awake from the frivolity to which she is of no fault. Blame me, the nocturnal monster with a fervent heart. Condemn me for the compassion of which is my charm. I'd exhibit freedom into the prickly fires of hell for compelling what is sweet in aspect and sweeter in taste, to fall in love with what is only rotten and grotesque. But this is now my damned eternity, the love I've been questioned to offer, from of a body that has not even a soul for comfort.

If heaven exists, she is it in all it's light and form. She is the uncharacteristic grace of savior. Kiss me, Remilia, if you're willing to die for your Kingdom. But know my beastly heart will turn all that is divine in your heart's core, into an irrevocable darkness. For this reason, Remilia, I won't. The cold dry blood in my veins can't let me consume your innocence any longer. I shall beg of you to repress your love for me instead, and fall in love with a lesser, more human heart. Stay the child I once deviated to wish was my passion. You tried Remilia, you gave to understand the heart of a beast.

The flames beneath the antique place continued to memick the eternity I wanted to descend upon. Several hours less and the sun will take their place of light. Remilia will visit again. I'll dare to tell her my heart's fear. But the child like beauty of her innocence won't grant me the will. I'll love you, Remilia. I always have. Grotesque is the heart I offer you, but compassionate to your needs, is the love that remains within me. My heart has not a beat and is cold. But my understanding desire is warm, and is yours. But you'll forget me if you truly understood. Though I fear you won't, for neither did I.