The writing on the page, sharp and angular, differs from that found on others.
Innocence, once lost may never be regained. We may only learn from Experience and hope never again to repeat our mistakes. Such is the way of all creatures born with the gift to dream. Power corrupts, but I am of the belief that Ambition corrupts absolutely.
It is the nature of most things demonic to crave power. In your innocence, however, you knew not its bittersweet flavor. One lie, one act of deceit, and like a child's set of dominoes, it all came crashing to this most terrible finale. It is my belief that you unconciously sought out this power in your innocence, but for such I can not blame you. You are Jehovah's Fallen. You always will be, no matter the shape of your body or soul.
Do you still seek those comrades who once drank wine with you in the Cafe, Madame? You are no longer what they craved, you are no longer the one who would stand against the powers of the Citadel and ease their suffering. You are a creature so powerful, so terrible, and so ambitious. Do you take pride in your newfound glory as Queen of Hell? Know that as long as you do, creation fears you.
A tragic tale, but an interesting one that I am pleased to have read within these pages. Pride and Ambition, how they will take one soaring to unimaginable heights. And how long is that fall. Now that you have become a ruler, one most powerful and terrible, is it worth it, Madame? You are a Queen of Hell, and what so few realize is that Hell is not confined to a realm. Hell is despair. Sorrow. Abandonment. Hell is isolation. Long live your reign, Queen of Hell.