I am in bondage, a ruled ruler, a puppet monarch, a queen with no power or control. Fear is the ruler in these dark times, the people listen to their own basic terror, like frightened children they turn to whatever greater power they can find in the hope it will protect them.

But what can I tell them? How can I stand before my people and say that we are going to die, our world shall end and those who survive shall struggle out their existence as slaves? For that is what shall happen, no matter who wins this war heaven, hell the out come is the same earth shall fall and we shall go on in servitude to the victors. To the victor go the spoils of war. My children are just things to be fought over like Objects, damn it we are living breathing sentient beings not possessions!

I wish I could stand before the higher powers, scream and beat my fist upon their chests. Lash out and hurt them in some small way to avenge the hurt that is inflicted upon us. Every life out there is sacred! Every child should have the chance to grow, find a soul mate, bear children and die old safe in the knowledge they will live on in their sons and daughters. Instead from my balcony I see children sacrificed on alters by cults, started with the belief that if enough blood is offered to either side it will appease their appetite and make them leave. If enough blood flows it will stop the tide of Ragnarok.

It makes me sick to the pit of my stomach, there will be enough blood shed without human slaughtering human. With every small cry of pain I feel my soul slowly slip away, until I'm not even sure I'm real anymore and the cloud of despair wraps round me once more.

I wear the crown on my brow but it bears little weight, the city of Mithras dances to the tune of death and I can do little to stop the cults or the violence that has broken out with that hellish moons appearance.
How can I? Half my men are in these cults, the pull of terror far outweighing the call of loyalty.

Those that aren't have subscribed to the churches claims that the tenshi has come to save us…deliver us from evil. Lies!! And they know it!! The tataki no tenshi is the bringer of war not our saviour. But if it makes my peoples last days on earth more bearable to follow fantasy and live in a daydream, who am I to tell them to stop? How can I deny them the hope they so desperately cling to?

If not for Trieze's strength I would have crumbled long ago ….but as long as my people need me I shall fight on, though what use I am is questionable. My fate and that of everyone else's is out of our hands…I would pray to god if I thought he'd listen, sell my soul if I thought it was worth anything. But for now all I can do is sit…sit and watch Ragnarok rage, sit and wait for the end of days, a powerless ruler in a world on fire.

Lady Une February 14th