First I would rouse the beast and then I would slam Valshalla until she was crippled.
I was stunned by that fact that afterwords I started to burn.
As if by divine intervention, our relationship started to dissolve.
I dispelled all previous notions of her being all that holy.
After that I decided the upkeep wasn't worth the cost.
It was as if she had some sort of bloodlust.
I was in agony, my heart, turn to stone, she banished me from the apartment, I felt like my heart was going to explode.
Returning to my old lair, I could only lay hands on myself.
At first I thought I would retaliate, fight tooth and nail,but then I became more passive.
So now all I do is sleep.