Epilogue

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Rejoice, foul angel, for you have risen,
Risen from the trap of isolation.
You proudly spit on His holy pardon,
You now have your own illumination.

Your wings are one of a new creator,
Branding you a true demon of the night.
No longer confined within the mirror,
You wreak havoc as a creature of fright.

Listen to the demands of the Devil,
Serve him faithfully as your true deity.
There should be no act far too immoral,
For you to ever doubt your loyalty.

There is only one thing the dark must do,
Tempt the heavenly to fall just as you.

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