sweet catharsis, klaus mikaelson.

008, CRUEL INTENTIONS.

Dear Klaus,

          You know...There's a lot of souls like mine here. Mourning over their broken hearts, weeping tears cry out like a banshee during the witching hour, senses of coldness infuriating their mind wishing for a chance of revenge for eternity.

         And souls like yours, so you don't have to worry about being lonely here because everyone cowers in their own pity party wishing they didn't let their wickedness send them to the deepest, darkest part of an unescapable abyss. It's almost disturbing as they scream begging for redemption, as if the deaf Gods could hear them down here.

          You sent me to suffer in emptiness and coldness. How could you be so cruel? Are you that incapable of having a single bone of empathy in your body for me? You could not be that obstinate to allow yourself to mourn me?

My punishment for loving you is to spend eternity in a place so dark, angels run in fear from...not even taking a look back for the souls who beg their light to illuminate them. I am deeply offended...I do not deserve this...others know I do not deserve this...

However, Lucifer loves making deals.

Love, Ophelia.