Her smile is that of a goddess, her beauty beyond men’s wildest dreams.
As she walks in the street, passers by look stunned: no catcall for her, but the stunned look of hypnotised believers, as if time itself held its breath.
Special she is, in ways the common mortal cannot apprehend. Never again will the World know the like of her.
On her nape is a small tattoo, in her belly the power of vengeful megatons.
The tattoo reads: 666.
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Superbe, Sisyphus.
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