A throbbing cramp-like aching made her feel like something was all but tearing the flesh off her spine. She felt bruised, and violated, like she'd taken a step further than she'd ever meant to in her quest to raise hell. Her eyes forced themselves open to survey her surroundings. The completely lack of light or identifiable shape strained her fragmented pupils further, making any perception of where she was impossible. She closed her eyes, defeated by the inexplicable pain and exhaustion. Lying face down on the hard marble floor, she painstakingly lifted her head and shoulders, precariously leaning up on her arms. She was surprised and startled by the weakness in her joints, and the pain that the simple action caused her. Everything seemed to be conquered by a tangible, murky darkness, accompanied by a heavy, deafening silence that hung around her shoulders like an awaiting shroud. She heard her every limb crack and twist as she cautiously maneuvered her body to a sitting position. She felt drugged and sedated, her every thought clouded by thick fog. Her head weighted her down, her tongue felt rubbery, and her breath came in ragged erratic gasps. Straining and fighting for shallow breath, she swallowed hard and tried to pull herself together. The room around her took a wild turn, and she no longer seemed to have any balance. The silence around her sounded chaotic beyond words, and plagued her, as would her destruction. Her head was heavy, and her body throbbed with bruises unseen that numbed her to any other feeling. There seemed to be nothing that made sense in that room as she held herself up on that floor. Suddenly her eyes seemed to lose correlation with her weak eyelids, and although she was still under the spell of this opiate stupor, her senses seemed to double in acuteness. A myriad of unseen color flooded her every thought and chimes, bells, and verses of chanted poetry and song haunted her ears in languages unheard by any mortal soul. A surge of white- hot energy cascaded onto her body and mind, releasing and allowing all powers and entities that Fate had nurtured her with to burst within her and destroy all she knew in turn for all she must be. The change was beyond a rush, beyond highs, beyond words and beyond dreams. Heightened senses were now no longer a state of shock, but all her sense of presence. What had just been a drunken bondage to a beer and urine-soaked floor, and an awakening to the stench of pot leaves, peroxide, smoke, cheap sex and mold was now the rise to a throne no man knew existed. Her bronzed skin now glowed with a brilliant pale white, her eyes now garnets and her blood-dripping smile a crescent moon encompassed by the dark, raven waterfall mane rippling around her hypnotic eyes, and shining around her jeweled throat. She had blossomed, and she was now beyond queen, and above goddess. The world beyond earth had waited forever for a chosen one who would finally hold Fate's interest and carry out her objective. So many had come so close.but she was the one. She could hear the music, she could read the song.she was the one. She broke out of her old form, she rose above that excuse for a station, and found herself in her true identity. She rose higher, looking down now at what she had once seen as her body, now a putrid shell responsible for her enslavement to the frivolity of that insipid race; so-called 'mankind'. Caught between a sense of torture and long awaited gratification, the sadistic orbs danced in her mind as she threw her head back and laughed. An omen and a miracle; all the world saw was a dipterous form, a silent, fearsome, breathtaking presence of complete omnipotence silhouetted against the dim haze, or Mother Nature's lies. Behold mortals, Feed the truth deceased. She had for centuries been conceived and now All that was known embraces its tomb; Death hath broken and risen From Hell's womb.