"This has gone too far!" I scream. "Take it! Take it all! Find your own face! Find it or I'll tear it from my heart! I'll tear you and your false face from my own chest!" I drop to my knees, my face buried in my hands, "What do you want from me? Why do you haunt me so? Why do you not answer?!" If there was a God, surely, surely he would have reached down and cast my soul into hell himself for the curses I laid at his feet. Alas! I am still here! There is only me, in this chamber, there is no God here, hand raised in fury! There is no Devil, come to collect his dues! There is but me, and my reflection- a ghastly one at that; I hardly recognise myself now. And then, "No, no, surely this cannot be me, for I do not have skin of coal, or eyes that glow as flames!"
"Yes, you do, my child. The one you cast away may not be the one you believe yourself to be, but it is the image that another might find where he to look. Your eyes might burn into his, and your skin corrode his touch, but your he