From Suffering; Born Anew.
You gave me strength in burning lust and I
The disobedient child sought freedom
Lost among a sea of hostile faces;
There I knew my options were to feed or
Lose myself in futile temporary
Sheaths of ski n and bone; futile sacs of flesh.
From Lust I took new form in raging sky
In place of my hunger I would bleed them
Skin burned to bone all creeds all foul races
What had been before was gone; spirit soar
And cleave a brutal grove in sanctuary
Unholy rage allowing lust afresh
But finally you carved from pride a sigh
And just as cleansing witches’ black besom
Wipes out purity you swept dark traces
From angelic diatribes of Bethor
And so dark spirits fled en masse from thee
Oh Lucifer-eternal souls I'll thresh.
To give some background to this poem: On the roleplay site where I cam from, my dearest character was one Nyx Alurane. She began life as a succubus, however upon a struggle with a trio of mages, she was banished into the depths of Hell where she suffered greatly, due to jealousy regarding her freedom to flit upward as she pleased. It was there, in the Great Below that His Infernal Majesty; Lucifer, paid her a visit.
She pleaded with him for the power to earn vengeance upon those who had wronged her, and in Hi mercy, He agreed. The transfer of power was not a pleasant one however; Nyx was torn asunder by Him, the body ravaged, soul crushed and thought that suffering she was remade into a vessel of Pride; recrafted in His image and so she rose upward once again as an Avatar of Dawn, aiming to please her most beloved Lord.
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