What did you think would happen, hmm? Despite what legend may say, our kind can still step foot into the house of god without fear of being struck down by the almighty himself. Did you truly believe that this particular place held some sacred power... that evil could be banished or locked out with the closing of those great bronze doors?
I’ve more than proven my point. God is as dead here as he is in the rest of the world.
Did you lose yourself in the brilliance that surrounded us as my fangs sliced through your skin? Did the painted figures reach out to you as I drank down your very soul? Did you stare into the face of Christ and find salvation there?
I tasted your fear... I know what lies beneath that foolish facade. In that moment of perfect terror and desperation I caught a glimpse of that which you keep locked away. You hide it well, mon cher. Behind those plaster saints and stained glass windows lurks the absolute embodiment of evil. He’s there, isn’t he? Watching... waiting... biding his time and counting the days until that final judgement when your soul will either ascend into the realm of glory or be cast down into his domain to writhe in the fires of hell for all of eternity.
It is on nights like this, when the balance is tipped in his favour, that you fear him most of all. You lie awake dwelling upon the sins you have committed and every shadow that passes over you transforms itself into his great black wings as he comes to claim you. Can you hear the sound of his cloven hooves as each passing minute brings him closer to your side? Do the flames sear your skin in your dreams as he drags you helpless into the abyss?
Allow me to ease your mind in telling you this...
The Devil isn’t real. That horned demon that torments you as you sleep is nothing more than a figment of a demented imagination. The hell you fear exists only within the boundaries of your own mind. I am the Prince of Darkness. There is no greater evil than that which I have shown you.
Enjoy your bed of cold, damp stone, my love. And take comfort in the knowledge that the only creature out to steal your soul has already had a taste of it.
I’ve more than proven my point. God is as dead here as he is in the rest of the world.
Did you lose yourself in the brilliance that surrounded us as my fangs sliced through your skin? Did the painted figures reach out to you as I drank down your very soul? Did you stare into the face of Christ and find salvation there?
I tasted your fear... I know what lies beneath that foolish facade. In that moment of perfect terror and desperation I caught a glimpse of that which you keep locked away. You hide it well, mon cher. Behind those plaster saints and stained glass windows lurks the absolute embodiment of evil. He’s there, isn’t he? Watching... waiting... biding his time and counting the days until that final judgement when your soul will either ascend into the realm of glory or be cast down into his domain to writhe in the fires of hell for all of eternity.
It is on nights like this, when the balance is tipped in his favour, that you fear him most of all. You lie awake dwelling upon the sins you have committed and every shadow that passes over you transforms itself into his great black wings as he comes to claim you. Can you hear the sound of his cloven hooves as each passing minute brings him closer to your side? Do the flames sear your skin in your dreams as he drags you helpless into the abyss?
Allow me to ease your mind in telling you this...
The Devil isn’t real. That horned demon that torments you as you sleep is nothing more than a figment of a demented imagination. The hell you fear exists only within the boundaries of your own mind. I am the Prince of Darkness. There is no greater evil than that which I have shown you.
Enjoy your bed of cold, damp stone, my love. And take comfort in the knowledge that the only creature out to steal your soul has already had a taste of it.
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