• "Red Hood"

    Here, she sleeps in bliss and dreams the sweetest of dreams a little girl can dream. There, I come, to claim her soul. To show her 'what a true dream feels like.'
    How good it will be for her to die. When really, it was me who felt 'Le Petite Morte'. Literally.
    She bathes in blood, dresses in red, and makes even the most wildests of dreams roar in fright. For she is no angel. She is not even nightmare. Nor a tragedy.
    She is monster.
    Red Hood. She said her name was 'Red Hood'.
    She is friends with everyone she meets, no matter who she kills, and loves even the most disgusting of men who try to love her.
    Yet she is not love. She is lust.
    She will make you cry, she will make you beg, and she will make you writhe and scream with pain...
    ... She will use you however way she wants to. You are her pet.
    In her own words, she once said 'you can never avoid the pleasures of sin'.
    To others, she is 'monster'. To them, she is 'goddess'. To enemies, she is 'The girl with black wings'. But to her friends, she is simply 'Red Hood'.
    And to the Wolf... She is 'food'.
    Nothing more.
    She is mother, she is child, and she is all that inquires.
    She is Red Hood. And I love her.
    ... But no way in hell am I calling her master.

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