It was an affectation, for it stood on two feet a second later, and laughed while it cried, experimenting with the emotion to find the most believable result. It did not care for me at all. It walked right past me, and looked from dead eyes at the two suns. They amateur were separate from each other, and the tether that had once held them had turned to frayed ribbons that glinted in the solar light, millions of miles away. The thing looked at the debris of its birth, and giggled. It sounded just like her. I wanted to kill it, Diamond, and I tried. When I heard that giggle, I took the infant by its feet, and I tried to dash its brains against the rocks. Nothing. I tried to throw it from the mountaintops, I tried to bury it beneath the earth, I tried to drown it in the rivers, but it didn’t care. It just giggled, and I knew what it would become. A mask of Joy, just like Power, Greed and Corruption. As great as my grief was, I knew that it was selfish. There were millions of other grievers, and they would look to me for explanation. So, I sat upon the rocks, and I wrote the Maternal Path. It took me one night to write the fiction that would forever slander Vitanimus, and create in me a kindly matriarch for Brunette all to remember me by. It would be the last word of the Elementals, and though most would see it as the lie that it was, they would still treasure it, for this book would mark the end of our era. And I knew that as time passed, and the story was told throughout the generations, that the word Toys ‘Elemental’ would fade from memory, and ‘Holy Mother’ would grow in the lexicon. With a little time, my lie would become truth. In my fevered grief, I tried to retain Joy’s legacy in my new bible. I added her poetry; at least, that which I could remember. My masturbation mind had once been infinite and perfect, but it was becoming dark, and the memories were twisting. I no longer had autonomy over myself, and so the cognizant realm I had meticulously created fractured with my grief. My memories fell through the cracks of my psyche, and drained ceaselessly into the depths of Guilt. I was becoming her, so I used an old mask as a stopgap; Corruption. I filtered the trickle of my consciousness through that realm, and its apathy kept me sane enough to finish my book. When I was done, I read the manu with grim satisfaction. A little hand touched the final page when I flipped it, babe and I looked into the lifeless eyes of the thing. “Yeah, this water really is great. I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw when I walked in. Dr. Sheppard was far from a disappointment. We heard a door squeak and knew Brenda was coming out of her room and Dante lowered the blanket over himself. Even after he'd been as completely defeated, as he was now, still, Ares was issuing threats. I shuddered as the last spurt of her jizz fired into my mouth. It was nice to dream that Nicole and babe Toys Phil were on better terms now, even just as masturbation friends, but the universe had other plans. He immediately jumped on the bed to check his phone while she fixed her hair in the mirror. She told me to put my clothes back on and that there were people upstairs asleep. "Nee dey seeah," she whispered back, "Tuvok poe Einglish tow." “And by the Gods, put on some clothes amateur will you?” I surprised myself when I quickly relaxed and danced as if I were fully clothed, Brunette although it felt a little strange having my wrists cuffed in front on me.