She was mine first.
She loved everyone. Of course she loved everyone. She helped create us.
And none of us could ever forget that.
But I was the one she gravitated toward first. Shyly. She'd been with the Father-god before, but I was her first Dasaroi; I'd say she seduced me, but there was none of that in her, no guile. She was hesitant - tucking her hair behind her ear, looking up at me with love and trust, her hand caressing my cheek.
Please, she said. Let me show you.
She was beautiful. I can't begin to tell you. Of course, every incarnation since has been beautiful, but not like this. Every incarnation since has been... sullied.
When I took her, she was pure.