Creation was something that was a beginning and end. For the manifestations charged and raised and forged by her hands the thin line of life and death seemed transcended.
Her first creation was unspoken pride and joy. The wordless favored. Given to free will, such a humane nature it was almost ridiculous the alterations she had made. When one thought of Lightning and Science, Blood and Body Parts and how they could forge such....destructive beauty....well in those moments Viktoria felt truly accomplished.
Perfection obtained she would strive for more. Decades felt near eternity as her youth remained as eternal, untouchable. Perhaps the Fountain of Youth had been bottled. Lifetimes spent with that creation. Her creation at her side as had been her servant.
A trio that could not be separated. That was what she would believe. Why would there not be that belief. Viktoria was happy, content. At peace.
She had everything wanted. Her greatest desire accomplished. Making that which was horrid and violent and cruel into something beautiful, magnificent, and savagely intelligent. Her finest hour. Blessed creation.
Viktoria was obsessed with her work. Obsessed with the Monster. It was enough.
He had been enough...
Then time changed.
Time could be cruel. Indifferent. It cared nothing for emotions. With the turn of time science and discovery became more advanced.
Her class mates were beginning to surpass her in their discoveries and she found one night after a gathering of brilliant minds and a spilled glass of wine that her presumed friends found her crazy....found her creation....an abomination.
The horror of this realization drove her to madness. Shutting them all away. Her searches for something better, more perfect to prove to them all she was above them all consumed her.
The madness drove her. Left her in fits of rage to scream at her servant, her anger was cruel and cold. A violent dangerous rage not given voice to yelling octaves but crisp focus. Calculated and indifferent.
Her madness drove the Monster away.
Her Arrogance drove her to not realize the moment he left her. The moment he walked away.
Leaving the Trio never to be separated to become a Pair. Mistress of Science and her faithful servant.
In the times when clarity would set in that the Monster had left her side, she would feel the sensation of that reality like someone had carved out her very heart.
It was in those times she would do the very same to the cadaver or not so dead body on her table. Cut out their hearts as she felt her heart had been taken from her.
Sewed shut their eyes for what she had not seen before it was too late.
Sliced off their tongues so they could not ever again speak to her their lies.
Her work would become her lover. Would fill the empty spaces.
Her madness would condemn them all.
Fitful dedication. Ever enslaved to the abomination of discovering the gift of creation.
The burden's worth the risk of Viktoria's soul.
Her first creation was unspoken pride and joy. The wordless favored. Given to free will, such a humane nature it was almost ridiculous the alterations she had made. When one thought of Lightning and Science, Blood and Body Parts and how they could forge such....destructive beauty....well in those moments Viktoria felt truly accomplished.
Perfection obtained she would strive for more. Decades felt near eternity as her youth remained as eternal, untouchable. Perhaps the Fountain of Youth had been bottled. Lifetimes spent with that creation. Her creation at her side as had been her servant.
A trio that could not be separated. That was what she would believe. Why would there not be that belief. Viktoria was happy, content. At peace.
She had everything wanted. Her greatest desire accomplished. Making that which was horrid and violent and cruel into something beautiful, magnificent, and savagely intelligent. Her finest hour. Blessed creation.
Viktoria was obsessed with her work. Obsessed with the Monster. It was enough.
He had been enough...
Then time changed.
Time could be cruel. Indifferent. It cared nothing for emotions. With the turn of time science and discovery became more advanced.
Her class mates were beginning to surpass her in their discoveries and she found one night after a gathering of brilliant minds and a spilled glass of wine that her presumed friends found her crazy....found her creation....an abomination.
The horror of this realization drove her to madness. Shutting them all away. Her searches for something better, more perfect to prove to them all she was above them all consumed her.
The madness drove her. Left her in fits of rage to scream at her servant, her anger was cruel and cold. A violent dangerous rage not given voice to yelling octaves but crisp focus. Calculated and indifferent.
Her madness drove the Monster away.
Her Arrogance drove her to not realize the moment he left her. The moment he walked away.
Leaving the Trio never to be separated to become a Pair. Mistress of Science and her faithful servant.
In the times when clarity would set in that the Monster had left her side, she would feel the sensation of that reality like someone had carved out her very heart.
It was in those times she would do the very same to the cadaver or not so dead body on her table. Cut out their hearts as she felt her heart had been taken from her.
Sewed shut their eyes for what she had not seen before it was too late.
Sliced off their tongues so they could not ever again speak to her their lies.
Her work would become her lover. Would fill the empty spaces.
Her madness would condemn them all.
Fitful dedication. Ever enslaved to the abomination of discovering the gift of creation.
The burden's worth the risk of Viktoria's soul.