For she had longed for the affections of her father, the blonde did what she must. But was the outcome?
She had failed, moreover nearly killed by the hands of her own father.
Athanasia wanted to believe that the world was full of light.
Little did she know, she was wrong.
So...so...wrong.
Her heart no longer like that of a pure white lily, for it is now tainted with the color black, for she only resides in the shadows of her elder 'sister'. But what can she do?
Nothing.
Now all the blonde can do is watch as everything in her little world falls apart, once again.
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