Epilogue
My devil is wrath incarnate. He’d burn the world for me, and I would gladly walk through the flames by his side. Our love is a force of nature, powerful and all-consuming. It leaves nothing but ashes in its wake. We dance amidst the embers, our love igniting the air around us. We are two halves of a whole, bound by a love transcending human comprehension.
He is the flame that awakens my soul, and I am the wind that fans his fires. His touch scorches my skin, leaving invisible marks that brand me as his own. With each kiss, he breathes life into my very being, igniting a fire within me that can never be extinguished.
And he wants me by his side, his little bird, his queen.
I’ve pledged myself to him. Together, we unleash his wrath, setting fires and toppling empires. The screams of the dying are our love songs, the crumbling ruins of our Garden of Eden.
Amid the devastation, our bond only grows stronger. He is my everything—my lover, protector, my god. I worship him with every fiber of my being, and he rewards me with ecstasy beyond imagination. The world we knew may be in ashes, but from these ashes, we will create a new kingdom where we will reign supreme. One where our children will rise from the dust, born of our unholy union and heirs to our dark legacy. They will be the very embodiment of our love, the living testament to the unbreakable bond we share. Our love will be the foundation of a new world.
In his embrace, I am invincible, untouchable. Together, we are the harbingers of a new era, the architects of a world reborn in fire and blood. Our love is a force that cannot be contained, a wildfire that will consume everything in its path.
And so we remain, two souls forever bound by flames, content to watch the world burn as long as we have each other. In the ashes of our love, we found an eternity of blissful damnation.
I’ve finally found my true purpose, my destiny, in the arms of my Devil, my love, my everything.
We sin as devils do. We love as angels do . . .
I bind myself to you.
My body.
My mind.
My soul.
I am yours, and you are mine.
If death comes for me, I shall wait for you.
We shall not part in this life or the next.
VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST.