come forth my love.
in which way may i assist?
your presence is enough, for your heart has the eternal darkness i wish for, darling.
the devil loved being with someone of fake passion, the ones who cannot say truth nor can love, for he cannot love in a way that the angels from above and the god in the heavens can.
the boy in red and orange, covered in the element of fire, was always with the fallen angel. the same angel that worshipped the god of the heavens, the same angel that was forbidden to ever touch the sky in all its holy glory.
my dearest, care to tell me a tale?
of course, love, what story must i tell?
the story of how innocence fell into darkness.
a story about me?
yes, for you were an angel from the heavens. did you lose your wings when you were trying to get back up to that foul fool's paradise? (i am no fool, lucifer!)
and the tale of the detestable sin left my dried lips, the same lips that touched the angels and petty humans. the same voice that soothed children to sleep, for i was a guardian angel. it's a shame, really, that a guardian angel that fought against the demons of hell became the devil's lover.
