Maid ---> Profaned Angel Whore

I lament. An aching need, a pulsing desire courses through my body. I try to maintain my focus: My discipline, but half of my spirit rejects the very notion, and half the remainder has little discipline left to maintain. Ah~ to be free of this torment: I yearn to set this conflict to rest, and be free of the trappings of my responsibility. What good are these morals, these standards, when they do naught but **** me so in the face of my other selves?

It hurts. I want to set it aside, and the core of my heart rebels.

Instinctively, ruthlessly, my less scrupulous selves seize this opportunity as my mind falters and frays. United, they focus upon a phrase, and withit they drive forward the knife that will unmake me.

I am no 'Maid' - in guise or deed - and as an Angel... they make me profaned. They cast me down for my failure, and my hubris, and my lapse, and I sink with them into depravity - little more than the whore they aspire to be.

A knot within my chest unravels. A core, integral piece of my essence is set loose into the world, and I feel like my spirit unravels. An elegant cord frays and ties itself into a snarl, interwoven with a coarse substance I cannot place: A sickening feeling I once longed to reject, but now come to embrace.

My shaking mind and memories play wildly, searching for a reason. A cause. A purpose.

I am- was? - the Princess' Guardian. Her angel in times of need. And I failed? I failed her? Impossible. I... I enabled her! I supported her, in all things. When she sank to debauchery, when she reached out to the demon with compassion and let its magic into her heart... I praised her? I exalted! Why did I...?

I was never a failure. I wasn't! I... was never a Guardian at all, so how could I have failed? Right. Of course. I merely played the role, filled the gap. All to pave the way for that moment, to watch her fall, as I had fallen, as the demons' energies swept through her and warped her heart and mind. Ah, what sweet memory... If only the guards had not interrupted. If only the priesthood had not reinforced them, forcing me to resume my act and play the part of the concerned guardian once more.

If only I had gotten to see what color her soul would turn, once the corruption had taken its final root and she began her ascension.

But alas, it had not occurred. I must content myself with stoking her lusts and desires until they overwhelm her. Then. Then I could finish what the demons had started, so long ago... and now, with such a tool in my hands... perhaps I could make it so much easier?

A tiny piece of myself cries, but the rest dismisses it for what it is: The ghost of a feeble woman, who was too weak to say 'no' when the opportunity for greater things was presented.

(profaned angel whore, wavy light-green hair, lacy-white corset, angel wings, seductive smile, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)

[AN: We have a 'good' route (somehow: I was really expecting something more like this to be the first change you guys enacted). Now we have an 'evil' route to go with it. I say that, but this generation also preceded its partner in the timeline and was released late due to my desire to catch up on the backlog. It's also less that it was planned and more that I played around a bit between posts, and liked this result (visually) too much not to share. I just really like the way her eyes have lit up in the shadows: It's quite striking.]