The music had a morbid quality to it as the guests to the ball danced to the sad song of the opera singer.
The guests all dressed in elegant black robes as they moved across the ballroom floor in nearly perfect harmony.
Kira watched uninterested from a balcony above as the dances continued. Unaware, of the true evil that laid in the castle. Since her death she had found a particular interest in humans, she was not so short sited to think they were nothing but her food. No. She knew of the inner strength and strong will that they possessed.
But her life had become sad, predictable, and pointless. She could not even remember why she became this way.
Was it for power?
For love?
No, that wasn't it.
How pathetically sad had she allowed herself to become?
She was stronger than this.
Wasn't she?
