oh iphigenia, did you like it as ruby blood slowly drilled down from your body and pooled around you in an ever growing puddle of red, vermilion, and the fire from a dying day. did you like it as your pale flesh stained with blood or did you hate the way the sticky liquid left you, draining your life?
oh iphigenia, you plotted revenge didn't you? with a fiery burning passion that filled your body, that stills fills your body. you despises that it was you to pay for your fathers crimes, that it was you to die by your fathers sword, that it was you to slowly slump against the altar, death flitting closer.
oh iphigenia, your soul reached out, pleading for another chance, another life, another something. you screamed out as tears streamed down your face, as your wraith watched the body you had inhabited moments ago. you were lied to, they told you were to marry the great warrior himself. and they lied.
you are iphigenia a girl who died too young to live life to it's full potential
you are iphigenia the daughter of a man who had no qualms with killing you
you are iphigenia a dead bitter soul that wished for the saccharine taste of revenge
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