The rule has stood strongly since the dawn of human consciousness, since Queen Nefertiti, Helena of Troy and Alexandros of Macedonia: beauty is power. Intelligence can be devastating and strength can inspire nations but beauty in the right hands can trump any other card people use and call power.

Beauty can be mimicked, but only halfway. People these days think that they can buy beauty, cut up their faces. People believe that beauty lies in outward appearance alone. I have met rich little girls who spent millions to change their face into something they think is beautiful but if they don’t take the transformation the whole way ugly is still ugly.

I’ll put it another way: I once met a young lady of no stunning outward appearance who still demanded power and attention through her beauty of essence. This girl had a confident, unshakable demeanor, an unpredictable charm and a shifty, sliding walk that screamed: obey me, die for me. Back on track, what I’m trying to lay down here is the first lesson of the deadly art of beauty:

Beauty of the highest potency reaches deeper than outer appearance, it needs to marinate the mind and soul so that the person is saturated in it throughout their being.

“Beauty is only skin deep” is a phrase coined by someone who was used by a true beauty. Honestly, to be used by an artist of beauty, for even a small amount of time, should be a privilege like it was in ancient times when men would die and kill for one fantastic being. Back then armies would create oceans of blood in the name of someone who didn’t even know their names.

Don’t think me violent, boys and girls. I see that I use death examples frequently. Beauty, like strength or intelligence, does not need to be used for anything specifically. Its use is up to its lucky owner. Jonn d’Arc of France used beauty to improve her country in the name of God while Elizabeth Bathory hired goons to kill young girls so she could bathe in their blood. To each their own, I’m not one to judge.

I don’t care how you use your beauty, I have plans for mine. When you live in a bad city like this with talents like mine it becomes suffocating and you wish for more. I just want to make my wishes come true. The mafiosos and drug dealers who run this city, I can’t respect them because they lack that crucial card that trumps them all. I woke up one morning and saw it fit to enforce Darwin’s law, out with the old in with the new and better. This city has gone to the dogs, it needs a queen to keep it in order.

I don’t care how you use your beauty, stay out of my way.