Chapter 1 - Erebos

Black as night, red like blood
Only in his presence does the pain come undone
A mistake in faith, an error in life
Now this thing, only causes strife
Cursed by birth, tormented by night
There is nothing that can make this right.

It goes by many names, all by which he knows so well
Demon from his darkest fears, a fallen angel, cursed to Hell,
Now he sits atop his throne of pain and hate
Wondering how he can use his vessel to his gain,
But all in all it is far too late, the vessel grows, his hate along with it
Tired of the pain, the suffering, forced down into dirt and grit

He rises now, with pride and strength, standing his ground to the demon called his hell
It is known by many names, but most of which he calls the Demon that twisted the saints
Brought down to earth in a fit of rage, now he resides in a tomb of hate
Watching and waiting for his time to come, where he will rise out of this pitiful soul,
But before that time will come, two parts broken by one must first join together as a whole
Born from chaos, suffering and pride, he will rise out, and be reborn once again, it is his right
To which the beholder will surely waiver, in the might and power of his eternal spite
Ruler of darkness, lord of the realm in which all things must go, where all is safe in the jaws of Kerberos
Oh the mighty god of darkness! the damned will cry, for he has returned! Baphomet! Samael!
The name of this hell they call Erebos

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