I am drowning in the darkness. My limbs are immersed in inky resin, my lungs are suffocated by the corrupting breath of death. My eyes see only darkness. And then I see him. And I am not afraid. Although I should have been. Don’t look me in the eyes, otherwise my demons will eat you alive. The devil inside me will make a feast of your tender flesh. His sharp teeth will gnaw the meat from your bones and drink the light from your soul. His scars will turn the innocent into sinners and drag you into the darkest abyss of his underworld. There is no light inside this mutilated shell. I am a vessel of pain. Giving and accepting. It saturates me. It nurtures me. It holds me as tightly as the embrace of a lover who whispers to me in the twilight. They say the devil was once an angel. There is no angel inside me. I seek no repentance, no to forgiveness. I do not crave such weak things as love. My desire to possess her is completely selfish, and when my appetite is satiated, then the luck of maintaining her life that has descended on her will leave her. When she looks into my eyes, my the demons, grinning, are ready to devour her alive.