I am human and there are few things born into us, like sacrifice.

We grovel at it like an altar, some of it for the greater good, some for the status quo.

That's what we tell ourselves because we are human.

We lie at this altar and I am no different.

The versions you wanted, the changes I made and worshipped. 

Needless trials do not make a martyr,

 but a girl, ripping pieces of herself to be loved

Like it was a game, one doomed to fail.

All this to be a patron saint with the taste of lilies on her lips.  

Clinging to clarity like the scoundrels sent to the gallows I was meant to watch over.

All of this I've given up, 

Just to be kissed again as this rope tightens.

In search of paradise, I found you, and that was inferno.

I would shed myself again for a guide,

Life is one Divine comedy, for we are human

And there are few things born into me, like sacrifice.

- Lilian's journal Section One B: Readings And Responses. Courtesy of Hell's Royal Archives.