"Goodbye." She said, holding back tears.
She sniffled and turned to face the camera.
"My name is Anastasia Arcadia. I'm a liar, a manipulator, a fiend. I hate the world and everyone in it. And so I decided to use that hatred as a constructive force. Pretend I love humanity. Try to force myself to want to see everyone happy. And for the longest time I believed my own lie. But it was always a lie. From the start." She sank to her knees.
"Today, Anastasia Arcadia dies. Whatever memory people have of me, the lie or the truth, it doesn't matter anymore."
She positioned the rifle barrel to her face.
"To all those watching. This is my last request. When I die, don't think of me as anything other than a girl. I'm no queen. I'm not even a leader."
She closed her eyes one last time.
They opened again.
She started laughing. "What, was I really gonna do it? Damn, me, that was close. Well now," she smiled for the cameras. "Anastasia went to sleep, forever. But AnArchy is here to entertain you all. So enjoy yourselves as you watch the dominant fragment of a shattered and twisted mind revel in chaos! First things first."
The monster moved over to the corpse again. She took her sword and cut into him. Drew more blood. She drank deep.
"Fuck yes! I love this shit! And I want more. So more, shall I get. I lost my physician and my king to a regicidal barbarian. A hopeful ally was cut down by a mad savage. And for some reason that sad lonely fragment of the girl I used to be let my herald go."
She rose to her feet.
"I am in dire need of subjects. No, not subjects anymore. I am a goddess. Right? I need worshippers!"
She set out to find them.
Hey, you still there? Anastasia. You there?
No but I am.
Are you there?
Gone. So I really am dead. Fail.
Yeah. Nice knowing ya chica. Me and crazy are up.
No, just me. Goodbye superego! Hello ID!
"Only me. Always me. AnArchy forever bitches. Maxim Infinitum: AnArchy! AnArchy! AnArchy!"
((AnArchy continued in Domina Sanguinis