Sad Glory

"A single ball holds within it the history of life . . . and it was left in the hands of a child?" The Black queen twirled the ball in her hand and looked at the soulless child. Her lengthy hair hid her dark eyes. "How silly, don't you agree . . . Kaisania?"
Kaisania stared at Lilith with her empty blood red eyes. Lilith let out a soft sigh and turned to the imprisoned princess. The young red head sat upon a throne, eyes blank. Her skin was marked by scars, hidden beneath the dress. She had, once upon a time, loved her. Yet now . . . the love became fear and here she was . . . broken like a doll. Lilith returned her gaze to the ball. It showed the mortal universe in all its glory.