Speaker: In my dreams it is him, he whom stood for duty. If you cannot do that you belong in a ditch, as fertalizer. Dead and decaying your very soul will return to the Earth. And from your dead corpse I will pick the blossoming flower, and in my feminine way decorate my home. You always belonged to me, your soul in my vase. You are the throw away man, the lost son.
Self: I am Auctor de Vita, the disire and lust of all men. At my finesse, stand up for war! The weakest first, the strongest commands!
Every man who mastered the beast, did it to be worthy of me. Every man who failed became the Garden of Eden under my feet. Earth is Paradise.
The monster is my King. He who holds me, ravages me, loves me… It is thee husband, thee who own me.
[Malvolient] Observer: No matter how I turn the prism, the light always lead to you. O! Tell me Lady of Predation, was it you? Tell me, is it true? Are you The Predation?
Teller: And so an uneasy silence emerge as The Lady of Predation manifest her smile of beauty.