With this, and my marginal take has lasted I baste in the hearts of my fans, and with thus I tremble afore my victims left. And therein I age whence my soul withers. Save me whom is ever graceful, sweet Mary have done or show me peace. Naught of thence I could ever abhor as once, no, only such that I may cry this remorse as not mercy but I burst. If you would only see me this once and that not only haven’t I deserved but sent above my bloody hand, you may see fit then to chastise this lost creature but grant him life over death that he may repent in his good faith.
*He fell onto his knees and looked upon the cross, and that was when I stepped forth from the bed of shadows*
Sorrowful creature, you jest with the devil and he sees naught but pain you wrest upon your victims, as he. Indeed man, thine has a dogue of rampant vengeance awaiting ye whence ye pass. Though it is my souls’ desire to see to justice I’ve a better plan.
*He bent at the knee and looked down at the man, tilting his head up to look upon him. He saw the man cow at what he saw, forcing the demon to smile*
Would that I saw that look everyday I might not need to feed upon the lichen of your kind. Though it is not so and I must not slim thine special favors.
*Chuckling he conintued*
Were you so sure that in prayer the Almighty would hear you, or even deign to recognize you as human? I would not, and should not say thus but I think I have a better channel for which to know, him? Now, stand so that I might see my new slave in full of our “sweet†Mary.
*The quivering man did as he was bid, and stood before the great demon*
I see you have done with your grueling and instead save your energy for this riteous boon is sent. Now I interest you in the blood of your true god.
*The demon pricked his finger, letting his blood spill upon the floor. The man recoiled, amusing the demon*
There then, you have seen the power within me. Now lets have done for my patience wears thin whilst dealing with vermin.
*With that the man stepped forward, shoulders slumped, and took the demon’s finger and his damnation*.
*A group of Angel’s watched the transgression, and one gave voice*
There are those ones who know regret, and too them whom love it to give it cause. But is our judgement given sparse attention hence we’re throned and watch on Hells arrogance? Within our house we’ve lost and sing we must? Herein these spires and holy fight such malice taken forth and is chance befallen this demon sees our forgiveness shameful. Would our stage be put upon that iron maiden hypocrasy? Are we not angels, wont to immortal passions? I cannot see this evening fade and remain idle, for I must trust my instinct though it may not matter. I will run this course and chance eternity for mine belief. Life is naught without a bearable principle though this is paradise. To me it will end would I continue and do nothing. Farewell my friends, may peace be with you always.
*They knew him well enough only to shake their heads; one whispered his name before losing sight, “Oh Michael…â€*
