She was an Ophelia. A modern muse, She was perfection, lacking nothing, desiring all. Her words would flow like water, and Her flowers, Her followers, lay prostrate before Her. She was perfect, Her voice reason, Her motions defining spaces unseen by man before. She was the cause, a Helene brought back from millenia ago, but it was not Troy that was sought, but Humanity itself. Every living being desired Her. Every creature idolized and worshipped all aspects of Her creation. She was a God placed upon the Earth, and She shook the very foundations. I loved Her. We all loved Her, but I was the only one She ever loved back. I was Adam incarnate, Her perfect match. While we were not placed in the same garden our predecessors were, the fruit was just as appetizing. The people around us were merely tools, and the snake tempted us with power unimaginable. We chose, and fell. The wars lasted decades. Two immortal beings, desiring power, clashing and combining, taking what we percieved as rightfully ours. We crushed age-old empires, and never saw any need to rebuild. I say we loved, but there was never any creature I had more malice for than Her. Our love had fire, passionate fury, we were as a primordial dance of two stars, both attempting to eclipse the other, suceeding in only burning the planets around them to ashes. I never realised my true hunger until it was too late. My quest for power, my lust for a high unknownst to those below me, was meaningless at the end. When She and I became perfect, we lost ourselves. We surveyed the ruins beneath us, in awe and shame of our own powers. Like children, we accused each other, and fought anew. Had I truly known our reasons then, there may have been hope for us both. We had had everything, every vice, every sin, every little bit of power and luxury had been sample by us. The only Fruit left for us was nothingness. She once said, "It is not Death if you refuse it.", and now I know that this is true. After tasting the wine of Immortality, she found it not to her liking, and accepted my dagger. I took Her from this plane, and in doing so, set Her free. I alone am left. Humanity is of strong breed, and has begun to clamber from the tombs. The animals have reappeared, but are scarce and skittish. Nature may rebuild the waste we lay. Still, I am as Cain was, and will never be taken under wing. So, I shall, I must remain to tend the wounds of a diseased planet, and hope that perhaps someday, She will return, and take me with Her. Took me 3 weeks, still not happy with it...ah well.