Lucifuge Rofocale

Blessed by demons and cursed by angels; that’s the only thing to be known about him. A twisted soul, an evil will influenced by angelic resolve. The true rejected son of heaven to be adapted into hell. If God sings for the hopeless, then he is the one that was left behind.

At the edge of the night he listened. It began to rain heavily with thunder and lightning taking over the night skies. He knew if he waited for the calm of the storm, he would hear God. Defiantly, he fought through the turbulence of the night to hear instructions, to get counsel. Isn’t it said that one should take time just to listen when the voices screaming are much too loud?

He couldn’t wait for the silence because he did not want to serve above, he preferred to be a king here below. He got his instructions and he was ready to follow them to the end. He then called her, they set up a meeting. She was the perfect candidate, she had heard a lot about him yet she wanted to experience him for herself. He would say things to her and they would sound so unreal yet he meant them quite literally. He once told her that he was craving human blood; it was amusing and different for her yet very true for him. She agreed to be an object to him with the intention of knowing him; to understand Him.

The day of the meeting came. She was late. She knew she had to pay for it. They got home. An anxiety settled over her. She was convinced that this was the beginning of the end. He told her to kneel down. She did. Then he started telling her the things he was going to do to her; he followed that with a real murderous vibe. He told her that he would make incisions along her back and insert his fingers in them. She believed him. She started preparing herself for the pain. He said all that while kissing her forehead. Almost as though telling her “I love you but I’m going to kill you”.

He made her shower as he watched. He had already seen her naked yet this still made her very uncomfortable.

She knelt again. He kissed her ever so deeply without a hint of tenderness yet she was not for a moment allowed to kiss him back. He touched her in a way that made every part of her feel every ounce of the pleasure yet he did not allow her to show excitement; not a moaning nor heavy breathing was allowed. If she did any of this then she would suffer punishment. She wanted to be rewarded not to be punished. He would grant that but not before putting her through pain. She had no words to describe what was going on in her mind as he sank his teeth into her skin on her belly and thighs. She got scared because she could not stop him. She felt like she was falling off a cliff knowing she could do nothing to stop or reverse it.  She had to endure the fall till she got to the ground because only then would she find out if she would live or die. She could see it in his face that he wasn’t going to stop until he had enough.

Whenever he gave her time to breathe, she found it suspicious. Almost like he was about to do something worse. That day shook every fibre in her. She was happy because she got to be a part of him. She saw him for all he was. She got to be at the receiving end of all his extremes. It was all worth it. She looked straight in his eyes and said, “I love you, I mean it.”

He then waited for the night. He waited for the stormy night. He waited for the stormy night for Lucifuge Rofocale to show up with the next set of instructions.

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