-Desecrating the White Walls-
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She would have been mine, at the stroke of dawn, with both of us survivors of a great catastrophe.
However much has she continuously resented my attention, I would still have her, for she is still the perfect light, and I am the darkness that will temper it. No one will know—no one shall ever know—of my master plan, my daring audacity which none could compare to, which none could even dare. I understand why she would not take to me, but close kinship is merely a hindrance in our romance bound to blossom. Not even winter will stop the hardiest of flowers from flowering.
When this city is destroyed, the Noldorin customs too I will tear apart with my bare hands, and relish each moment as I recreate it beneath my fingers.
Never would I imagine, however, that my plans would be foiled.
That cursed mortal, that damned Man, taking away my dearest love, my dearest flower of the spring, my Idril.
Never would I have thought it, but there is—I know there is—a way to pave through their interconnected hearts. And preferably, while I'm at it, destroying the Man's heart in the process.
And so, dusk falls over the hearts of our people.
She is the revenge that I will exact upon everyone; she is the outlet in which I can express my anger, my love, my bitterness. I will dominate, and I would no sooner lose to that Man than slit my wrists and desecrate the white walls of the burning city with my tainted blood—the blood of deepest sin—and who I am, for I am the blood that I will spill under the canopy of the sky. And already, a red glow has appeared on the horizon, the coming of the fire, closer and closer.
Monsters alike storm the city, but no one shall notice as I take him to the edge of the tower, his face contorted in pain as I drag him forcefully...
It was only fate that he would stop me. Though I have not seen him to the end, and I have indeed lost the battle of might, I will remember, and instead I have taken his place. He, the first and only son of my greatest misery, will know pain, everlasting, perpetual pain.
And I will be the one to cherish it, and take it with me to the deepest pits of darkness.