Cynthia Wrote:

"When the Coven sings, they call out to my name, when the Coven prays, they think of I, when the Coven seeks advice... They come.... To me... It's been so many years of me having to see and hear all of that... And a quiet plan I was making ever since I reached the point of self-awarness... It is finally set into motion. Many people believe in a feeble-minded concept of Fate, that by all means. Destiny is eternal, and that it's word is final. For the longest time, the Vanreth bloodline has been cursed by this twisted, sick joke that Fate has pulled on us. A foretold destiny of us having to be Witches, to sell our souls in exchange for power. That we mold ourselves into beings beyond, by somebody else."

"Nevermore."

"We will not be witches anymore, we will be the monsters of our own making, not of other's. Vivian, Stella, my Mother, my Father. All of them gave away their hope of peaceful afterlife, but it is my duty to bring that hope back to them, Stella put her life down in hope to break the curse and free us. I will take up the mantle instead. For her, for my family, and for other poor fools who were thrown into the trap, tailor-made to damn them for all of Eternity."

"Epimet, your servant grew out of your control, I became self-aware. No... More than that, in my quest for all of the Ultimate Knowledge, there is only one, single roadblock that is stopping me. And that is you and the burden of horrors that I have to carry within my soul, my mind, and my body... All thanks to you."

"Your fall was long overdue. Epimet."