The Hierophant

[Ereshikiga]

Another day.
Another corpse.
Another failure.

Today, I witnessed death for the second time.
In a moment most strange; I found myself frozen.
Standing on the edge of Hel and Eternia.

I could see myself.
My own prophecy.
My own fortune.

'A spider of ignorance,
A spider of wrath,
A spider of sin,
The Hierophant,

The most blind of Fate's chosen.'

It infuriated me.
To be 'chosen' by the very force that I seek to devour.
To be 'chosen' by the very force that is sabotaging me.
To be 'chosen' by the very force that took them from me.

I am a demon.
I am His will.
I am His ascendant.
I am His force of nature.
I am His spider.
His weaver.

And yet; here I am.
Beaten.
Defiant of death, twice in a row.
All on this seemingly failing mission.

'Your bonds with them - a weakness.
Your loyalty to Him - a weakness.
You could be so much more.'

Was he right?
Was the aspect of disaster truthful?
I don't know anymore.

I do know, however -
That I am far too spiteful to let him kill me a third time.