Those that betray the weak, those that betray the young, are the ones that will betray those in which they love. There will be no end to this beginning, or any relief to my insanity. For the time has come in which realization takes its course and bests even the bravest and strongest of us all. There is that possibility...that slim chance of grace falling down on top of us. Or even...there is a chance that something miraculous may happen. But for those already condemned into the fiery pits of hell, there is no repentance.

          There comes a time in life where you have to make sacrifices. There comes a time when a loved one might be harmed, or has the potential of harm being brought upon them. This is when we seek a guardian angel to watch over the one we loved or the one being harmed. In many cases, these take form of our worst nightmares such as Augustus Giovanni and Alexander Equinox. Two men whom I've confided in and given my life to. The two men who work in my life as angels from the hells to protect, nurture, love, and care. However, under such circumstances as the ones which preside with Alexander, there are walls which corrupt the binds that have taken place.

          Days ago I was living in a hell, an inescapable hell that caught me in its tendrils and trapped me beneath the blanket of the night. I had them ghosting through my mind, working to fix it and battling demon after demon sent by Oma-sh to further corrupt me and to shatter my being, my entity. Twas to the point I could no longer speak, no longer touch someone, without a time bomb going off and exploding within my mind. Such occasions would put me in various situations unto which I was forced to curl into myself and further block out society more-so than I had when I was just a little girl.

          However, there were more worries of mine that troubled me greater than the pain being inflicted upon my being relentlessly and effortlessly. Such was my daughter and son, Aaron and Elexia. Seemingly, my daughter is very attached both to Augustus and I, which we were supposed to be wed Thursday night, when my mind was fully disabled. It was during my mental incapacitation that my daughter was put at a risk, created a target of sorts. My gratitude for her safety would go to Frank Martin for being there to provide as her protector and take care of her while Augustus was keeping me at home, figuring out how to handle our given situation.

          Under normal circumstances, I'd find myself prone to an over reaction or further causing damage to the common enemy, thus being the rebels. However, Frank has proved to be a man worthy of thanks and of trust as well as loyalty. Not only has he provided for my daughter further than her own father, but he has also gone above and beyond my expectations with further assisting the regime in gaining Bryce as a man willing to at least assist under my private command as is the circumstances with Chyla and Ditmer.

          Those who know me, or knew who I was days ago during my lack of sanity, know very well how angered and protective Augustus can be. He slaughtered hundreds, killed various children, women...anyone he could get his hands on fell dead against his touch. Likewise, when Romulisk entered the Villain's Den a week later, Augustus was livid. Not only did he go to attack his grandfather, impale him to say the least, he was going to murder the man who had brought harm onto not just me, but himself as well. There is a link, a bond, between Augustus and I that was forged when we first became married a thousand years ago. Now, that bond has been strengthened. Anything Romulisk does mentally to myself, Augustus is made aware of the moment it happens. Such is the reason Alexander and I are no longer bound, Augustus had corrupted that binding and rid the man of my person, out of jealousy, spite...everything he had even felt.

          The moment I saw Rom that night, Augustus was mentally made aware of it and thus appeared in the den to kill the man who had brought so much harm to me. Harm to the point I was no longer myself, I was but a shell holding hostage a spirit of a once lively woman who had then been trapped and tortured, bound by the vacancy of horrific persons never to return. When, however, Rom saw me...something changed. Something snapped. Had I ever doubts about my ex fiance' it was at that moment in time where he was behind me and ridding my mind free of the spirit of Oma-sh. Yes, Romulisk is the reason of my sanity and return. He is the one in which freed me of my binds, setting me free to seek vengeance and massacre them all.

          Unexpected things happen more than people realize. Had Xander been able to free my mind completely, he would've. Instead, he freed a part of me, enough so that I could verbally communicate. Indeed, my physical and mental state are not at their strongest at the moment...for time heals all wounds that were left crumpled and broken beneath the lost spirit. But I will return to what I once was, and when I do...

Romulus Bloodwalker will fall.