Maiden of Midnight

They say that your life is merely a mirage. A fill-in chapter before you ascend to greater things. For my kind, there is no ascension. I do not rise to that great white land in the sky, but rather downwards, towards the depths of below. For it is written in our lores, in our myths and tales, that for thieves and assassins, for those who play games with deceit, there is no Heaven - only the Hell in which we can atone for our sins.

It is because of these myths and legends that I play the game I do. And I play it well, because if I don’t, I shall certainly lose and war will be upon us. I will be its instigator. And for a sin such as that, there is no atoning.

That being said, I do not fear. Not Hell, Heaven, nor their threats could make me fear the death which I so carefully tempt and I do not regret my actions.

After all, I’m a Sin.

And the Sins get to play the game.

Everything is a lie. Everything is a carefully crafted deceit and I can’t wait to play.