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Things have changed ✨drastically✨as you can see

Some of them were goooood but even I was like boooooo I wish there was something cooler to look at 🤭

I apologize if some of today’s pics are too dark or uninteresting to look at lmaooooooo there’s only so many things you can do with a “dark endless void” set 🤡💀

I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless 🙂‍↕️

Talk about a nightmare 😭

She’s learning things at her own pace 🙂‍↕️

Love that movie 🥰

She has currently found herself at rock bottom the only way to go is up 🤠

Not necessarily a wedding dress but an important one nonetheless the less 🙂‍↕️

She’s starting to realize that 🥹

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Heat detonated in Kassandra’s veins—warmth, pain, fire—something tearing free beneath her skin.
“𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓.”
The pain surged like molten chains. The void fractured and the world slammed back into her.

Her voice dropped, brutal and unwavering, as she gripped her chin with an uncharacteristic gentleness.
“You want to live? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕.”

“Too bad.” Gluttony replied simply as she let her go. “You don’t get to want clean hands 𝑎𝑛𝑑 a pulse. You want absolution?” she snapped. “You can beg the universe for forgiveness 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 you’re breathing.”

“You are not 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑦,” Gluttony hissed. “You are the violence you keep pretending is happening 𝑡𝑜 you.”
Kassandra sobbed, breath tearing in and out of her chest. “I—I don’t want to be this—”

She stepped closer, every word snapping like a slap.“You wrap yourself in fear and call it morality. You curl up and call it mercy. 𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉..” Her fingers curled in Kassandra’s hair, yanking her gaze up. “Stop playing the victim.”

Gluttony rose, towering, the dying elevator light carving her into fire and shadow.
“Stop pretending you’re harmless.” She scoffed, sharp and cutting. “Gods, listen to you. Shaking. Begging. Apologizing for wanting to live.”

“So here you are,” Gluttony murmured as she kept her counterpart from sinking into the void, “begging a shadow you invented to save the life you’re too afraid to fight for.”

Kassandra choked on the command. “𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘!”

The void warped again.
“Giving the part of yourself you're terrified of a face so you don’t have to admit it kept you alive.” Kassandra tried to crawl away. There was nowhere to go, her hands passed through nothing, her body weightless, useless.

The warmth drained from her voice.
“My hunger? 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. My violence? 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.” Gluttony leaned close, breath at Kassandra’s ear.
“But this was easier, wasnt it? Pretending the 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 is separate.”

“𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏,” she said. “𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒁𝒂𝒆𝒍. For every moment you survived when someone else didn’t.”

Tears blurred the flickering elevator light in the distance. “No,” Kassandra whispered. “You’re real. You’re the one that—”

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅, whether you like it or not,” Gluttony cut in.

Her eyes burned, as she stared upwards.
“You learned that night that love can't always stop the blade. That mercy doesn’t always pull out the stake. That fate is cruel.”

The night she lost everything. The night her heart went cold.
“But I didn’t—” Kassandra’s voice broke. “I didn’t kill him.”

“I know,” Gluttony said, and for the first time, there was no mockery in her voice. Only certainty. “You didn’t.”

The same dress she had worn the night Davien died in her arms. The fabric still looked heavy with memory, clinging where Kassandra remembered blood-soaked fingers clutching at it. The night she’d dropped to her knees and begged Levi—𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚—to save Davien’s life.

Kassandra choked on a sob when she noted the dress gluttony wore...

Gluttony’s face wasn’t just similar. It was ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠. Not a mirror, not an echo—hers, carved sharper, colder, stripped of softness and restraint.
The same eyes.
The same mouth. It 𝑤𝑎𝑠 her.

“No!” Kassandara growled through her teeth, eyes squeezing shut as if the sound of his name was enough to tear her apart.

“𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆,” Gluttony commanded.

She didn’t want to. Dread crawled up her spine, but her eyes betrayed her. And then—she 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 saw it.

A pause—cruel, knowing. “𝑰’𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒁𝒂𝒆𝒍.”

“𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂.” The name landed heavy.
Gluttony tapped her forehead with one long, elegant finger. The void rippled, as if reality flinched. “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” Her smile sharpened. “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓.”

Tears blurred the flickering elevator light in the distance. Kassandra shook.
“Please. Just this once, help me fight back. I can’t—”