He snuffed out all the lights he could find and came to her while she lay in the darkness.

"In the land of darkness, who is king?" he asks.

"I don't know," she responds.

"The Blind Man is." He tells her, "and I am the Blind Man."

She lies absolutely still.  He moves so their faces are inches apart.

"In the land of darkness, who is king?" he asks again.

"The Blind Man." she responds.

"And who is the Blind Man?" he asks.

"You are," she replies.

Minutes of silence pass, it is perfectly dark and utterly silent in the room.

"You are a being with complete power over the universe.  You stand with eternity in front of you begging to be molded by the absolute force of your will, what do you do?" he asks her.

She ponders for a moment.  "I want to be the perfect one for you."

He is surprised.  He says nothing.

"Is that bad?" she asks, aware of his silence.

"No." he tells her.

"Then what?" she asks him.

"I pity you." he responds, sincerely.

"Why?" She asks him.

"Goddess, you would be perfect for me? But why?  I am a beast.  I lie.  I steal.  I betray.  I am terrible.  I am everything evil and wrong in this world.  Worse yet, I am ashamed of my own nature so I do it under the guise of righteousness.  I hold the world to a standard that I am in the antithesis of.  I am disgusting." he says.

"I don't care.  I love you."

"Then I ask you; in the land of darkness, who is king?" he asks.

"I am." she says.

He pins her down, holding her wrists tightly.

"In the land of darkness, who is king?" .

"You are." she responds in a hushed whisper. 





































Do you know what blindsight means?