Most people know me as Nicki, Lestat's paramour who died of his grief, but many overlook the significant values that make me this being, the attributes that make me the devil's instrument. My death was not eternal, it was simply the door to resurrection, similar to Lestat's rebirth when Marius brought him out of his grave of sorrow. I have risen in a more prolonged cycle, my ashes slowly binding together over the years, making me evolve into the very image of horror. But time has alowed my body to perfect it'self to its original shape, but will always bear the scare of that year. I laugh at Lestat now, not condemn him. I have forgiven, but I have most certainly not forgotten.