Some call him the fallen angel
Some call him Lucifer
His sigil being
The harbinger of temptation
For someone who loved
Tormenting souls,
His eyes were fascinatingly
Dark and alluringShe can't see past this
Can't see his devilish wings and horns
Like a deer caught in the headlights
She is too blinded by the beauty
And utterly unaware that
His elusive shadow is a curse
Upon those who summon himShe couldn't feel the darkness
But it was there...
Bubbling beneath the surface
It was there all alongHe is anything but innocent
With a body that burns like hellfire
And a face that twists diabolically
Everytime he tortures someone
Not out of hated
Not out of excitement
Not out of pleasure
He is a creature of habit
Its in his very natureBut she realized it too late
Now she is sinking
Deeper and deeper
Into the depths of Oblivion
And no one can awaken her
From this eternal sleep
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