favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Ereshkigal with Angel Coulby
We shared a womb once, you and I, maybe you forgot. But I know you now just like I knew you then, always the greedy one, always taking everything just because you could. Greedy, snatching fingers you always had, and I was left with the scraps. You reflected the light, reflected all things, and so I learned to absorb, to capture what I could.
Your elder by minutes, I was the first to see the world but too slow I was to keep it. Too slow to match your hunger to devour everything in your path. From your first breath you were a thief.
So how does it feel, little sister? To find your flesh turning to ash where you hang? Where are your adoring and fearful servants? What happened your command over all, and your beautiful all-knowing smirk? Rot, dear sister. Rot and decay, and this time we’ll share a tomb.