they looked for a holy place for so long that now finding you , they dropped to their knees and called you a god. you could only laugh. call them precious fools; but they are your fools.  you came from hell , older then time ; remembering lucifers face when he mistook you for his. then you bathed in his blood soaking in the mixture of inchor and tar , a new crown on top of black a wavy mass of obsidian silk . now stepping onto holy grounds watching mortals give their souls calling you god or better yet an angel from the heavens. silly mortals don't you know angels are the terrifying ones? their eyes covered by a halo stabbed into their eyes never to be tempted , laughter trilling with gruesome smiles and praying. so so silly.  though he tends to forget the difference between godlyness and sin , how he feels so close to the heavens , so close to ripping it apart with his freezing digits only to warm it with the wet blood of those he will conquer . 
Sliver Sunōdebiru , the sin of lust , the man who slaughtered lucifer and took his crown with a grin.