The Devil

[Midnight]

I sat in chaos amidst the dark, in a body that was no longer my own. I was subject to his sadistic experiments, as he celebrated himself as holy with offerings of blood and limbs. I did not pity myself, nor long for anything but; I followed, not due to my own will, but lack thereof. He tore me apart, yet it did not hurt. Maimed and bleeding, I dragged myself to him, my body coiling in fits of demonic entries. I arrived at his lair as his puppet. My duty was to worship him with sin, as prayers to God. He roared, “I am Lucifer”, and those inside his temple responded with terrible wails that could not be quelled; in praise, I followed with the rest. I desired nothing else.