I Am Eve by Nicolina Martin

Eve’s sculptures capture the cries of agony as the plague ravages mankind. I call her the collector of tears.
I watch her, waiting, biding my time. Alone in her rickety castle she knows nothing of my intentions.
We’re the outcasts, the freaks, the dregs of this broken realm, but we will rise and I will make the strange artist my queen.
Hidden from sight, fiercely protected by her kin, untouched by any man.
Mine.
I’m the devil to her angel, and together we will save the world.