It's been a long 5 years.
Didn't think it would happen.
But it happened again.
Never figured it would take a world of flame.
But Hell's future king has kneeled
and offered timeless bond, promise and ring
to Hell's future Queen.
The choice of the women I have chosen to accompany me in my life has never been a choice by reason.
How many have there been, only 2.
The Spring and the Fall seasons.
The former died and gave way to yet another woman of fine reason.
And well-deserved, her new position.
There's about to be a celebration of celebrations in the depths of damnation.
A wedding,
to rival all others that came before it.
To be married once more,
Ah, I feel the same feelings I felt before.
It felt right, now and so long ago.
A brave woman, this one.
Even though she knows who I am and what's to come, she has loved me for 5 years and has given me 2 sons.
And a daughter.
I worry not about the boys.
But the girl.
The girl's only 2.
And she already has a temper.
And breathes fire at you.
She gets the anger from her mother.
And the fire from my genes and power.
A little Devil I call her.
I worry day and night about her.
And have decided to limit her power.
Because that kind of anger combined with her inherited power, we might soon be unable to control her.
At first, I thought she inherited my anger.
But I let loose it 5 years sooner.
I let it go.
Unknowing that when you are a prince of perdition your feelings and emotions are not just feelings and emotions.
They are a powerful force.
And they die not when you let them go.
Instead they become corporeal and take on a life of their own.
I tracked them down and caged them.
That's how I know.
That's the reason I know the anger she already shows is not of my own.
At first, her mother was a gentle and kind woman.
But the depths below have a way of changing the soul.
And when the first boy was born she was gentle no more.
A mother protects her child at all costs.
And from all things.
And when those things are the beings who pull the world's strings,
are the sisters of fate,
the seven deadly sins,
and hell's king,
a mother will change.
I've witnessed her transform from a loving, kind, tempered, homeless woman to a loving, kind, temperamental woman.
Loving and kind toward her children.
Temperamental toward everyone else.
Including myself.
She protects her children, especially from me.
I spend most my days and nights in this world above,
usually "down on my knees."
Down below there's very little love.
Only a constant thirst for power.
It's just not for me.
Some nights I return.
She asks where have you been?
I say roaming.
"You mean Whoring."
Hell changes everything.
The gentle and kind become less so.
A faithful man less so.
She tells me come in and shut the door.
And with every drop of semen she takes from me her power grows.
The wedding is merely the final transference.
A blood seal on a piece of parchment.
A King of Spade fulfilling a promise.
Granting all he has to the Homeless.
