MadaiTalmai

Preach to me now, little Baby. Scry with your Philosopher's Stone and tell me all God's Secrets. Despicable creature: transparent, vain; a simpering genius full of impotent rage. Now I know you; sweet bastard child, my thief of virtue; everloving saint of sinners. I can see your face as I look through the glass darkly no Saint can save you now! I have broken the glass of the mirror and set my soul against the shards.