Because I hate you. I curse your name every night. I stuck multiple needles in a booby doll with your name on it. I cannot suppress my hatred towards you. I hate you so much, that I went to the priest and asked for a guidance. He said this.
"Good priestess. It is not hate which occupies your mind. It is love. Your in love with the man."
It was love. Love so deep, that I cannot control it. Love so painful, that it is almost love killing. I have my duty as a priestess. As a good priestess it is my duty to kill you. Killing you will eject my love from you and that love will fill the world of chaos and depression. World will be filled with love. It will be lovely! That is why I must kill you. Because I want the world to be lovely.
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