in another life
"Please, please, please."
Elijah's laugh was a sickening, gleeful sound in the dark. "Still crying for the dead?" he hissed, his voice vibrating with a feverish intensity. "He's worm food, Angel. Nothing but rotting meat in the mud. And you... you are my masterpiece. My ruin. My everything." He leaned forward, his eyes wide and unblinking in the gloom, a manic fire burning in their depths. "I can smell your grief. It's delicious. But it's a lie. You don't mourn him. You mourn the idea of him. I am the reality. I am the god of this story now."