Upon Frail Wings

[SleepyDemon]

Outlaw
She prayed with perfect posture. She was like a demon an angel to all who looked up to her. She couldn't avert her gaze.

"She benevolently wished for humanity's salvation." "She led them into the depths of Hel indiscriminately."

Though merely an orphan, she wanted to become a relatable woman some day.
One who could help others see their worth no matter their social status.
Not as a hero, but as someone who understood.

They blindly believed in her.

They blindly loved her.

...

"How laughable!"

"How strange..."

Rather than kneeling, she rose to stand on her own two feet with pride.
Losing everything was all it took to finally find herself.

She seeks to become her own God.

They blindly believe in her.

They blindly love her.



"Isn't that how it should be?"
"They all gave up saving me."

The priestess guides blindly devout citizens who sing praises of her without question.

But the stars are blind, and so was she.

"I've always hated people like that."

The self-righteous and naïve.

The outlaw who seeks to become a God herself is arrogant, yet still their hearts are swayed.
Her obsession leads solely to destruction.
Her own.
Others.

"Is being admired really that simple...?"

Whimsical, determined, cruel, anxious...
"Soon, I'll finally be perfect!"
. . .
"The only one I need is myself."