Give me your flesh. Give me your blood. Be my bride. And then all light will end and the world will live in darkness. The very air will be pestilence to mankind. And then our brethren, the Night Creatures, will emerge and feed. Such is our power, such is our kingdom, such is my kiss.
True evil is, above all things, seductive. When the Devil knocks at your door, he doesn’t have cloven hooves. He is beautiful, and offers you your heart’s desire in whispered airs. Like a siren, beckoning you to ruinous shore.
Scientifically speaking, life’s nothing but a series of chemical reactions. So, to accelerate or decelerate that process is of no great matter. It gives us that illusion of power in a life with little.
No more let Life divide what Death can join together.
You don’t need to remind me of my sins. Just never forget your own.
All sad people like poetry. Happy people like songs.
You will never be alone again. I will love you till time has lost all meaning.
You think you’re bold? You think you know sin? You’re still learning the language, I wrote the bloody book.
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What does everyone seek? Power, youth, beauty, love, to walk alongside, such as now, the great midnight arts.
We’re all neophytes in love. None of us have the tools, or the weapons, or the resources. Prepared as we think we are, we’re defeated.
We are mortals all, extravagant in our weakness.
The pansy at my feet doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
