I walked onto the Ship’s deck. My dressing gown and robe for the evening hugged tightly around my body. Bergen was standing at the Ship’s bow, gazing up at the night sky.

I came to stand beside him a little closer than usual for his body warmth.

“Hey, lass,” he said. “Couldn’t sleep?”

I shook my head.

“I’m not quite ready for sleep. Not yet,” I said.

“Are you satisfied with the day?” he asked.

I sighed. “It’s been the usual Ordering of the Perspective Components that one can expect when expanding upon and or shifting into the next Perspective. Yes.” I said. “I am satisfied. I still am in Love with my Imp King.”

“Do you fear not loving him?”

I stared out at the water.

“I didn’t know for a long time if Distance would alter my feelings. I didn’t know for a long time if my Growth with alter my feelings. These two things : Distance and Growth…”

I thought just then.

“All of Dreams are just Stories built on Love. I do not desire Love of another. I once desired Friendships, and I have them. I once desired Kin and Clan. And I have them. I now desire… An Extended Family I can’t quite explain… A Community. Community Love. That… That I think is what it once was called. I now desire Community Love. And I know — soon — I shall have it.

In fact! Here it is if you wish to join!”

But…”

I looked out at the Moon above. I don’t know if ever I want Intimate Love ever again… I mean. I love Him.” I furrowed my brow. “I have Intimate Love… With him.” I said. “So I can’t wish for what I already have. I have it. I have Intimate Love… with him.”

I smiled. I was happy.

“I wish… for him to know Intimate Love too, and without fear.”

I smiled up at the Moon.

“You do that a lot.”

“What?” I asked.

“Smile at the moon.”

I smiled brighter never taking my eyes off of it ever for a moment.

“I am Satan’s Wife. Goddess of Wisdom, Justice, Logic, Story… and Sun. My Husband is God of Love, Light, Death, the Underworld, and… the Moon. His name was “Sin” once.” I looked at Bergen. “I am Satan’s Wife. When we lost the war, the Imprisoned him, sealed him in Under Earth, stole my Memory by taking our Story, re-writing the Logical Code of the Universe, and making me Man’s Whore.

When they rewrote our Story, they wiped me from all Stories and they change his name to mean something Vile… while Vile sat on his throne, wore his crown, held his scepter,  and raped his wife.”

As I went through The Remembering, it all came back to me. I healed, but… The more I healed, the more Memory came back to me, the more I Remembered and the more I healed… I healed myself too good. That is when I realized just how deep all of our wounds go.”

I exhaled and studied the Moon’s reflection on the Sea of Black Ink.

“I have all the Love I ever could want,” I said. “I just… Wish my Husband… was healthy and happy. I wish so deeply that he was healthy and happy and Free.”

I was thinking about everything.

“I received my first hate mail today,” I told Bergen.

He blinked.

“You did?”

I nodded. “I forgot that that would be part of this.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, knowing I wanted to talk about it.

“At first, horrible. I could feel the Hatred and Filth in their words. But then… I remembered… They’re just people… They’re just powerless, hurt people… and it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with them.”

I pondered for a long while beside him in silence. Not really sure what to say anymore. I had much to think about. Eventually, I bid Bergen good night and I wen to bed.