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Eon's ago Father made me powerful, and in that nanosecond I was grateful, in that single instant I couldn't loath the father that had created me. In a moment of pure bliss my grace chose you. Being the stubborn bastard I am it was hard to except, so I kept my distance, only revealing myself in dreams that followed one of my meany names falling from your supple lips, Halel, Morning Star, Lucifer or Light Bringer, proceeded your body blissed out as another of fathers wretched humans touched you, but in your dreams you were mine.
In those dreams I made it a point to pleasure you, to wipe their touch from your flesh and leave you longing for mine.
As the days turned to weeks I could no longer hold myself back, my visits became more frequent until every dream you had I was a participant, my grace yearned for you, but my mind was still reeling, trying to slot the pieces together, trying to figure out what my purpose had become and when realization dawned on me, it was like being in an onyx ocean when a star dies, a supernova exploding into existence, it was bright and beautiful but oh so terrifying. I allowed myself more time, to understand how my grace yearned for you.
In that time I remembered Father once said every good story had to start somewhere and mine wasn't by his side in a thrown, it wasn't in heaven surrounded by golden gates, and it definitely wasn't war filled with bloodshed of my kin. No, it was a cold abandoned warehouse summoned by a creation that had an unknowing hand in my downfall, summoned by a creature of humanity. By you, a mortal carrying all the characteristics of a broken, beaten hell spawn that wanted nothing from me. It was then I realized you were the beginning of my good story, the only thing I saw and the one that tames my weary bones.