spoken softly in a LEGION of voices not his own, cannot help but wonder : did God ever cry over his lost angel ? eyes shut closed as he recalls his childhood thoughts and memories, a time where God wasn’t desirable, but the devil was. growing up wanting to be someone, or rather some THING, and now standing before said thing. makes him feel uneasy, nauseous. but it also surfaces deep feelings of admiration . for all that the beast has, he covets the power of others. craves something that lucifer HAS, or is it lucifer himself ? sunken eyes now stare directly at the other. ❛ you crave worship, do you not ? ❜ eyes again close, head tilts back, beast sharply inhales .