It was awry. A sadden strike hit me from the dark and paralyzed my purity. People say only a donkey fall into the same hole, well I guess that day I had too much grass in my breakfast and it tainted my burning soul.
I still memorize the taste of that agony, the sweet and the savory. Lestat swung his victory sword in like a double tornado, I had nothing to defend rather than enjoy the ride as it go. Defeated as I am, saving it for my revenge.