Chasten - Castillo

I was haunted by my own demons;

Stalked by a gaunt vampire with no particular interest in anybody’s business but mine.

I would’ve died before anyone found out the mere truth that laid inside and gave birth yonder to the hatred of demons.

I was born of hellfire.

Of the smoke of the fire that gave light to hell.

I was a damned and doomed bastard.

A man without a cause.

Chastened by the father;

Damned of the saints.

Doomed of my own convictions toward the angels and their recompense toward the protection of God the father.

Lo, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil in the darkness for God’s wrath follows me throughout. He maketh me a bed to lie in green pastures for his shelter is my comfort, his footsteps my guiding light and his house my rock, his own cup my cup as it runners over and his shadow my sword throughout. My demons foreshadowed by light; my iniquities through his grace. My horse given to me by his sight and my heart belonging to him in his everlasting comfort for he eases my soul and chastens my bones and he shall taketh me to the land of the lourde where I shall dwell in his kingdom forever and ever.

Enshrouded into the consuming darkness I walked and I never again saw light.

The sky was hazy with darkness and a red sky with dead grey clouds.

Inscribed into every dead body’s tombstone underneath the tree of the dead where thousands have died, I stood. And every stone had my name on it.

The devil.

The devil he had placed beside me and although hell followed,

Lucifer despite his lore had left me.

To die a painful death.