Life is worth living— when all is yours. You are beauty, Perfection. One deserving all attention.
Wasteness is yours, when everything runs for you. Why bow your head to those not of your standing?
Lift it. You are not of the filth.
They are only meant to serve you.
You are the Queen of the Heart,
the Jack of Spades,
the Ace of Clubs,
the King of Diamonds.
You are the Thorn Rose of Martin.
Oh, wait—
That's me.
Ha ha ha ha ha
Pity
Truly a pity.
Where are they, my loyal sheep? The night is far too young for I, to spend alone. Come lie with me, you twigs of vigour.
Where are they, the heirs? Stop hiding, for I feel your gaze. It lingers, follows, traces, pouring out all your desire. But are you worthy of me, deserving of me? I do not think so.
None is worthy.
But for you, I shall make an exception. Heirs of nation, is it I you desire?
Oh pitiful ones, you did everything to prove your worth.
But it isn't enough.
You gave me gold, yet they lack in number. You offer me diamonds, yet my mine gives me more.
You offer up your knowledge, yet I have vast of it. You gave me yields of your nation, but it can never satisfy my hunger.
You brought in the finest gowns across the world over, but I cannot be seen in these, when new ones already exist.
But I see you've tried, even though in vain.
However, I, Lilith Martin, shall reward your wasteful effort. Come, come take your reward. It's all you deserve.
Kneel
Kneel before I. This is your reward— be grateful, be very grateful.
Now sniff it
Sniff it to your heart's content. Sniff until you lose all reasoning.
For my foot is a far price to whatever heir you are to.
Life is worth living— when all is mine. I am beauty, Perfection. One deserving all attention.
Wasteness is mine, when everything runs for you. Why should I bow my head to those not of my standing?
Oh, Restia, my pet—
Your Empress feels restless
Satisfy my hunger
"We offer all our men, Your Highness"
Not enough
"We offer all our women, Your Highness"
Bland
"We offer all our gold, Your Highness"
I have many
"We offer all our mines, Your Highness"
Too little
"We offer our lands, Your Highness"
Beneath me
"What can we offer to satisfy Your Highness"
Now you speak my language
I am one of indulgence
Must have in abundance
I see your throne is worth it
"Then we shall offer it, Your Highness"
Life was worth living— when it was my anchor.
I am Perfection.
One deserving all.
Indulgence is me, when all shall be mine.
Now what are you waiting for, Restia?
Bring me your throne.
Fulfil your promise to me.
Satisfy Your Empress.
"Your Highness, there seems to be an obstacle in your way."
Then clear.
"It stands too firm, Your Highness."
Apply more force.
"It's far too strong, Your Highness."
What?
What do you mean?
"Your Highness, we've failed you.
Run!
Run, Your Highness!
It's far too strong.
We cannot hold anymore.
Let your worthless dogs lay their fleeting lives for you.
Please—RUN, YOUR HIGHNESS!
ESCAPE!
It's far too strong.
We are sorry, Your Highness.
We've failed you."
How dare you lowlifes
Claim your Queen to be,
Run!
Have you no respect for gaining my attention?
What force could there possibly be to threaten I?
Rise, you filth, and march on forward.
Make your useless selves useful.
"Ho ho hohoho
Lilith
Lilith
Lilith Martin
The ninth of the Martins
The self-proclaimed Thorn Rose of Martin
Or was it the Monarch of Restia?
Or Empress of Filth?
I think that suits you better—
Empress of Filth, Lilith Martin.
Ain't I right, Your Highness?"
It's you.
You are the force that stands in my way.
How dare you address me in such a tone?
Have you no respect?
"Oh, Lilith,
Poor Lilith.
Have your father and mothers not given you much attention?
Do you feel left out among the twelve?"
Mind your words, you vermin.
"Oh, sorry, Your Highness.
Empress of Filth, Lilith Martin,
Your loyal subject shall speak the truth—
And nothing but the truth.
You are nothing without daddy's wealth.
You are nothing without mommy's connections.
You are another of the pompous twelve.
This plan isn't even yours.
You're just riding on daddy's coat.
Oh, Lilith—
You are nothing special.
Just one drowning in delusions.
You are one of false Superbia.
One of Luxuria.
One of Gula.
Ah, you are simply one of Vanity.
A child of no love, affection, and attention.
Pity.
Truly a pity."
Quiet.
Silence.
Stop talking.
"Wow wow, Your Highness.
Your humble servant only spoke the absolute truth.
Your belief in your delusions carried you so far.
Well, it did grant you some power,
but it was of not.
After all, in this coup, you weren't even part of daddy's plans.
Just a useless pawn who gains a use from those who fuel her illusions.
Who were they again?
Ah yes, they were the:
Stupid.
Idiots.
Fools.
Pathetic.
Pitiful.
What again? I think I've run out of words.
Ho ho hohoho.
Just hearing of the coup completely—
What's the word I'm looking for again?
It doesn't matter.
When historians of the future look upon these events,
You shall only be a paragraph in all of it.
Never to be mentioned again.
And before I forget—
Here's a parting gift."
What did you do to me?
WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?
My face.
My beautiful face.
My precious face.
You—
You ruined it.
You've ruined it all.
"Take her away."
Don't you dare touch me.
Get away from me, filth.
Don't touch me.
Can't you hear?
I said don't touch!
Hey—what are you doing?
Unhand me!
Don't you know who I am?
I'm your queen.
I'm your empress.
I am Lilith Martin, the daughter of Austin Martin!
My father won't let you get away with this!
Unhand me!
I said—
Unhand me!
"Pitiful.
Truly pitiful."
Everything that happened after—it was just a blur. I had lost everything. My identity. My sense of self. Who am I anymore?
She was right. Dorothy was right. I really hate that girl. But she spoke the truth, and nothing but the truth.
My delusions had far carried me, but I was nothing without father's influence. I'm sure the men who came after didn't see me—but rather the simplest pawn of Martin to get close to father.
I thought I was using them, but I was the used. I am the pitiful one. I am pathetic.
I didn't even realise we had escaped from Restia and were now hiding in Melt.
Just a month ago, I finally came to my senses. I wasn't in the Spiral Tower. Later I found out we were in one of father's villas in Melt.
Dorothy, I am truly pathetic, aren't I? But wait for me patiently. I shall stand on my own very soon. But in order to do that, I must rid myself of the influence of Austin Martin and his wives. I can feel it in the air—the rest also think the same.
Today was the day to end it all. But a mysterious voice interrupted everything. By then I knew, we were at death's door.
The voice spoke of many things, but I heard none. I had already given up. However, another—this was not the mysterious voice's companion, but one that echoed in my head.
"Do you desire power,
Do you want to live?"
Huh? Did I just hear something? Was I hallucinating again?
"Do you desire power,
Do you want to live?"
I think I'm going crazy. Even at death's door, I can't stop my delusions.
"Do you desire power,
Do you want to live?"
Who wouldn't want power? Who wouldn't want to live? Sigh. My brain is really trying.
"Do you desire power,
Do you want to live?"
Yes, okay. Now can you shut up, and let me lament in peace?
"Lilith Martin, I shall grant you thy power.
But you must embrace death and be born anew."
Sure, sure.
"....."
It's now silent. It's time to say goodbye.