Sanctuary For Our Ruin
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Last published Tue, Dec 16, 2025
"God sent you, your form wrapped in the shape of Lucifer himself, even taking his name. I should have known your beauty those eyes sent to rip me from my path. To distract me from my divine purpose. How beautiful a man that should cast me into hell."
"If I am Lucifer, then you are the sin I kneel for. You speak of beauty as though it were a curse, yet you wear it like a crown of thorns, Father. I never wanted to lead you astray. I only ever wanted to follow- to follow your voice, your shadow, your footsteps echoing down the nave like a prayer meant only for me.
If hell is where you believe I'll drag you, then let it be so.
I would burn for you, Victor Carrow.
Gladly.
Gratefully.
And I would take your hand as the flames take us both."
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