The ending is near, can you feel it? Under my blade you shall stand; that isn't my blood it is yours. Let me dance around in my crimson roses, or laugh about in my Garden of Hands. I get those hands from those who piss me and my friends off. So there is my warning. I am not that girl you can just tease and nothing will happen; I am your worst nightmare.
Call me Fate; for I shall never tell my real name. I shall be the one who is your last site; wielding the blade that shall end your life. Don't misjudge me. And your petty love games mean nothing to me. I am loyal to those deserve it, and I will help them until the very end. You guys know who you are. Now to back to the ones who I don't know; those dumb asses. I shall be the one who cuts off your hands, but if you refuse, then I shall end that petty life of yours. I bring destruction to those who deserve it; those who are asking to die. Now, it will be your choice to mess with me or not.
But it me who shows you the consequences. Now answer me this;
Are you worthy enough to talk to me...?