I stared at them, lying against the grass with blood flowing out of my heart.

Their eyes were closed. Praying to nothing.

It was never enough. I wished for more. For freedom.

You chose the Spawn. Never me.

It will never be me. I was always discarded.

I never had a chance. That's why I left home from that bastard I call my father.

Who can blame me for giving up? For this hopeless dream of love?

I will admit that for the first time you gave me that dream.

And I thought we were happy. I ignored the monsters to be with you.

It was supposed to be us, only us. We could have run away.

Yet, you chose the Spawn. You chose Elder Amarah. You didn't try to change.

Can I truly blame you for that? Who am I to say you didn't try, when I never did myself.

I will always be unloveable. I will always be forgotten.

Despite my rage. Despite the strings that strangle us. I can't help... but chase that fleeting dream.

I had done so much for us... For you... is this how... you always felt...?

we are nothing more... than puppets...

This is not the end for you, Aspen.

I give you a gift.

Rise once more, Azurewrath.

I will guide you through the twilight, into an eternal hell.

The more I give you, the more I shall receive.

Those "Elders" may devour your flesh to grow closer to Two-by-Two,

But IT can never achieve that goal. IT will never create. That is why IT simply takes. And takes. And takes.

There's always more to tell, but those parts will have to wait. Patience is a virtue, after all.