No.11
Mother:
Father:
I feel thee.
I stop, I breathe, I empty- and suddenly I am going, I have no need of air, I fill with thy presence.
Stepping atop of the stairs upon the arena, time ceases, I laugh; the eyes look around, the arms extend, the staff launches towards the sides! The Fire appears, the Black Flame beckons. I sprint forward, eagerly, hungrily, eyes flaring with determination.
May the Black Fire wrap itself around me and cleanse the weaknesses. To be pure- to be one- but what is purity, what is unity?
Come forth, my fellow demons- for all cultures restructure thy presences- and let us rejoice- the shadows dance with thy names.