My Apologies to Alistair Crowley's publishers but the name for this thread is simply too good to refuse... This is not in any way a takedown from the abovementioned book
A child had never been the plan, and then discovering it was a daughter long after he had fallen from grace set this as a true disaster for now he saw Lilith for what truly she had been, and any daughter of that flesh would become a force to be reckoned with by any and all. He had set demons to kill his flesh time and again only to have them either killed or subdued into her own army of followers. She had gained worshippers, she had forged holy and unholy alliances alike. She had even been blessed by the arch nemesis himself, an act never revoked, while he, the first, the most beautiful in all creation received no such forgiveness...
Even though she herself was a greater enemy then any he had faced, he still felt a pride in 'His' unholy creation, for it justified his actions, it proved he was right and that creation should have been given into the hands of Angels and not the hands of men. For after all, 'His' creation had exceeded its birth, she had risen beyond any perfection in her darkness and she simply destroyed any whom chose to cross her path. Still he wanted to kill her and take her essence for his own, or so his twisted derangement believed. If only he had paid more attention to detail.
She even had the sheer audacity to subvert and then command one of the holiest, and her bidding was fulfilled as Lucifer was cast again into the abyss. Forcing himself to utter her name "Ankhnesmerira" and spitting, the gobbet hitting molten stone and boiling away with a savage hiss of disdain. Degraded and mutilated features twisting as he rose from the accursed throne to stand, tattered wings encompassed in midnights unholy graces and a shimmering disturbance folding its way about his form. Leprous visage shifting, wings unfurling into perfections embodiement, face and naked figure, perfect, the most perfect and beautiful in creations cauldron revealed at last.
The only clue, his eyes, deep, anathematic and painful to look upon. The only hindrance to believing this the most holy of beings. The bearer of light, not the gateway to darkest agonies. And now it was again time to attempt the destruction of 'His' abominable creation. He had picked his puppets carefully, feeling the hatred and tortures of their lusts, revilling in the raw antagonism of their exquisate perversions. Their desires for blood and conquest and the animus existing between these brothers. The father's ambitions another plane of flavour added to this abhorrent blending of disharmonies palate. The Talusthrone's mortal, savage, perfect for his corruption. Perfect for the eventual destruction and torment of his bitch daughter. She would know who was master and he would have her kneel before his throne in subservience...
Why is it I have the song 'Another One Bites The Dust' playing in my head as I go to post this lmfao
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