“His love was the object of my desire. The culmination of my joy. The essence of my sorrow. I was incomplete without it, inconsolable and alone. I defied him because I craved his love. Wanted the warmth and security his touch provided. I could have no peace without it. I was but a fractured soul, damaged and broken, wounded and amputated. And hanging there in the darkness, watching the Angel sculpt the majesty that would be my infinite penitentiary, I realized the Father would never truly love me as he once did. Thus his love became an object to be reviled. To be hated. To be destroyed.” — Lucifer (via midnightxmasquerade)
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 04:31:50 +0000
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