“Now, for this slice of eternity, our eclipse has passed, and it seems Fate’s will would call me away. But they can not touch me, so you need not worry, my darling. There is nothing I can give them, only forgeries and tricks and sleights of hand and such lovely, lingering deceptions. Lucifer. Loki. Morpheus. Puck. Odin. Dionysos. Coyote. Raven. Angel. Demon. Messiah. So many names I’ve been given, at any given time, and yet my form is my own and takes not from the male. And I have such terrifying, beautiful memories, of sharing this form with you before. I’ve seen you forget, and I’ve seen you remember, and I’ve seen you let their wailing voices and their oh-so-predictable world crush the truth of you and I way down deep. That’s why I did it, darling. It’s why I gave you the key, and why I made myself a copy.”
(lilimist/{una voce} lorelei)