Anna (master calls)

the gears of him shift

his eyes-startled open

he whimpers

a pact made with servants

Anna- i was called

i look down upon him

glorious: the pain i've caused

he sways

slewn by lust

my cackle is is heard as thunder

as the heavens below open

his body beckons thiers

their cries matching his

power fills me

as its taken from him

(master)