• 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.
• 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐬.

Isn't it the greatest possible disaster, when you are wrestling with God, not to be beaten?
Name: Sabrina Mary Morningstar.
Height: 5'10.
Age: 23.
She remembers reading this quote once about the angry man in your house and how there’s no escaping his wrath. Sabrina Mary Morningstar will never escape her father’s hate, no matter how she tries.He carved her like a sculptor carved marble, his anger and pride the chisel, his fingers, pure rage and angelic hubris. The Morningstar taught her well, taught her to bat her eyelashes and disarm, to distract, to wield her sex like the knife strapped to her thigh.Her aunts raised her when her mother died; she’ll never forget the recipe for Hilda’s blueberry crumble and how Zelda’s perfume smelt. Her picturesque home in Greendale couldn't satiate her hereditary hate; Sabrina is her father’s daughter. Her father’s son. Her father’s undoing.The plot took years of careful planning. She knew he had to die, for her sake, for the sake of the mortal realm — he had to die so that her brothers wouldn’t become what he had dreamt they would: his successors.She bound him. Trapped him, cast him out a second time. And with her bloodied, manicured fingers, Sabrina Mary Morningstar ripped her father’s heart from his chest like her Grandmother tore his wings.Like a horrible, rabid beast, she ate his heart. Licked her fingers clean, licked the wound she left on his still-warm body.The King let the archangels dispose of the corpse.For a very, very long time, Sabrina thought herself damned. Sitting in classrooms at the Academy, in Greendale, biding her time, kissing her long-gone boyfriend — her father’s shadowy fingers curled over her like wisteria.The nightmares threatened to drive her mad, her father’s incestuous desire snaking between her thighs, the fear of her kingdom falling into the wrong hands — the now King swore her father damned her to a lifetime of watching over her shoulder, of jumping at the creaking in the hallway.Damned, she thinks now, her father's wicked smile creeping over her angelic face, you silly girl. You are damnation itself.

• 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒.