I leaned into the darkness as the Prince spoke back to me from the tape recorder that I used to capture our last night chit chat. His voice – well, my voice really – turned quite serious when asked about my sister.
‘As to your sister, she will remain enslaved to me. She will eat up any lie that I tell her, any kind of promise. She will waste the remainder of her youth to serve me, to be mistreated. She owes me something, and this is her way to pay me back. You know exactly what it means. You have no power to influence that.’
‘Frankly, you will just give up on her, knowing that it all exists mostly as her fantasy only. I will let her believe whatever she wants to believe. I will have a life of my own. It’s been like this for a long time. She is unlikely to give up. It frankly doesn’t dawn on her that there are others. You will be able to obtain that which you desire.’
The twenty minutes flew by, and outside, the darkness have way to morning light meanwhile I was listening to the tape from last night ritual.
Could I see yourself playing the same role? Hell, no. I was given another script, because, apparently, I deserve it. I don’t owe things to Satan. My debts have been paid for, and on this path, everybody gets what they asked for, plus minus what they deserve.
This is good news for you and me.
Happy New Year 👋🕯
