Why, hello there. I’m Melyssa Ashelocke’s secret desire, the woman she always wanted to be.
Poor Mel. Poor, cowardly Mel. Running away to join the Sisterhood, telling herself she really didn’t want to an arachnocrat or an Ashelocke.
My sweet, little liar. Neither of these things were what bothered you, were they? You just didn’t want to take some terrified boy as bridegroom to feast upon.
No, what you want are the other arachnocratic ladies, don’t you? One lady in particular. I can almost taste her imperious attitude and hunger for power on your tongue.
You once almost let it slip how much you wanted her, didn’t you? Only she’s got her sights set upon Damian, your cousin, doesn’t she? Everyone seems to prefer Damian to you from your mother to Vanessa. Van has no idea how badly she hurt you, precious. You buried your dreams down in the soil of your mother’s garden and left it.
You found the Temple of Seraphix almost as if it was waiting for you. You let Map enthrall you with her teachings. You gave into the companionship of the Sisters of Seraphix.
Friends are nice, aren’t they? They can be downright tasty if you learn to savour them instead of letting them crawl into your heart and betray you. Poor Sister Mel, you were all but destroyed by that halfling master of yours.
Fortunately for you, I was there. I waited in the darkness of your heart, ready to help you, even if all I was at the time was a manifestation of your strength.
I only take on life of my own when Seraphix’s essence fuses with yours. Yes, we’ll have to wait a while for that to happen. We don’t even appear until the third Tale of the Navel/The Shadow Forest novel, A Godling for Your Thoughts? All three books are under revision. Hmm, hopefully that creatrix of ours has a delicious plan for us. I grow tired of waiting.
I want to live. I want to breathe life into your dreams, making everything you wish for a reality. If only you could be brave enough to accept me. To become me.