"Love. A blip on the monitor of involuntary human response.
A hiccup of emotion when compared with envy, hatred, lust.

And just who was this St Valentine? A bishop, roman third century, got his head sliced off, ouch!
For marrying lovers against his emperor's decree.

You see Claudius the second believed that men made better warriors unmarried.
Power comes with the absence of love. Love, drains us of our strength. We never learn, do we?

And you say that love conquers all? Well not for you, St Valentine. Not for me. Not for any of the heart broken.

Does love really exist in this hedonistic world of ours?
Or is it only our selfish needs? Our own desires that fuel the potion?

Does she love me? Love me not? What does it really matter? What hellish alchemy ever does?


Love exists, rages within. Silent scream of endless pain. Hellish Alchemy indeed; without equal.
Not death not hell itself but a precious, precious flower; long withered and gone."

*sits back and watches episode*