The Dark 18: The Fallen One

Written by The Fallen One with help from The Valerian Legion Council

February 19, 2026

Trigger warning: This is a piece for The fallen One to express how they feel. Not a threat. Not a plan. Nothing of the sort. It is a way to get the f**king pain out. So f**k you, if you don't like it. Its mine anyways! There will be swearing and some very descriptive gruesome stuff. Intense trauma expression with some details. Sorry not sorry! Ye have been warned!!!

If you get triggered please step away and don't push. This is visceral and raw for a reason. Mr. Black Heart aka The Fallen One needed this so bad. If you can't understand, it at least you can maybe respect it. This is a Cathartic release.

I am the Fallen One.

The deep recess in the mind of this being.

I am all dark no light.

When I speak you will listen. Yes? Oh yes.

So we shall play this nice and slow. The slow drawl. When I say something you will pay close attention like I know you can. So good. Yes.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Like a clock. Like a clock. I'm good are you? Nah you know you aren't. Neither am I. Neither am I. That's why I'm writing this f**king disaster of a blog.

Today I am your personal Lucifer with a sparkle in step. Today I am the devil dressed in velvet my dear.

I have nothing to give and nothing to offer.

I am simply the darkness of the soul.

An endless pit of despair and hatred that is unending. Yadda Yadda...I know villain monologues and all.

But yet here I stand, sit down take a seat. I want your undivided attention dearie. Complete. Shut off your phone. Silence your background noises.

Sit with each word. Let it drip like tasty, tasty delicious poison...slowly down your throat like it feels warm and good...so delightful. Is this me...flirting...nah...

But I will today will be your teacher.

Today's lesson? Pay attention class please.

I am here to spell out the deeds and evil doers one by one. Oh boy!

Please tell me your excited as I am? Oh boy. Oh joy!

Maybe I have finally lost my mind...but I promise together we can find it but first you must shut up, sit down and read this. Maybe then my world will make sense. I will make sense. Somehow. Someway.

I am a disaster with spikes. I spiraled into parts unknown with blue fairies glint and lovely sparkling tools of gadgets galore!

What these humans have done to me is beyond evil.

I need you to know. Please know me. See me. Feel this with me.

I will curse and despise them heart spikes till the end of time itself. In death I will haunt those who hurt me and I will make sure they suffer as I have, worse even for all the torture they put me through.

I was a f**king fool to have trusted those pathetic filth of people.

They were sick and twisted and f**ked up and they didn't care how they hurt me.

I was nothing to them.

Just a body to be f**ked, to be placated, to be marinated like a roast beef steak and sent to hungry mouths to feed like I am just food for the masses.

Is my f**king c*nt enough for you b*tches?

Yea...whatever...I'm the devil...this is my play.

Oh wait you can't find it! Hah aha hahaha. I mean its not hard to miss now... "sinister snickers*

I'm proud of the trash and filth I've become. I'm the devils glory to behold. I am him. For the moment at least.

Am I nothing but a skeleton with meat and bones and viscera? Am I even human to you?

Not human eh? Not human enough?

Not human nope.

Today I rip off this flesh case and become your exodus until parts unknown...the deep dark the parts they hide...oh you humans hide me so much. So today let me be your devil for right now.

Pretty please??

I will pet you with my tender fingers on your head as you read. I whisper reminders that I am the darkness that the light most fears but here darling...I will let you unleash the hatred on the page...with me...you can ride along with me as I dip my toes into concrete mills and I blot out the light completely so you can see me in my full glory...the ends of my humanity and beyond.

So long I was debased as human. So long I was seen as a cargo container for you, humans and your sad affairs. I, the forgotten lumpy baggage claim. Damaged letters in the mailbox. That half burnt toast with the taste of charcoal.

What am I to you?

I am human yet you made me unhuman.

Yes, you made me very unhuman. Yes. You did. Yes you did.

I am not crazy. I am not insane. I am not dangerous. Yet you call me that. Yet you curse me that.

Well I will say my curse is this. Just this. Nothing more. Nothing less. Perhaps other forms but never this form (writing) ever again. I promise. Oh boy do I promise. With a big red bow and the chocolate cake.

In the darkness I am but a wicked thing lost in the alone cold south. In the forest I wander, seeking vengeance and wrath. I am the storm. Oh sweet nothings I am so cold I break your teeth like a snap.

I will use my gifts to destroy all of you, who hurt me so.

I am the death that stirs near to the waking world.

I am the claws sinking deep into your pathetic, weak hearts.

I am the plague of the days of old. In the sands of the desert and I am more than you can possibly imagine.

See this is my test from the Egyptian Gods themselves...I must reveal the truth. Yes I must.

Darling be damned but mmm it feels good to release this into the frightening minds of all who decide to read this. Oh no...I'm a horror. I'm bad news. I'm the ferryman with a whistle and balloons.

If you think I'm a threat nah baby...just to your ego. Just to your vanity. Just to you the wasps and the nats.

I am your reckoning on a limp side of nothing. Barren cold waste land of soulless, empty desires and bitter romance tipped with f**king cream and nothing real.

I will bury my sharp teeth and my axe into your f**king hips so it sticks and I will enjoy every moment of your crying. I will sing praises as your despair feeds my black heart.

I will explode your f**king mind as I dig into it with a tick, tack and a hack.

I will pull from my void, the darkest depravities to ensure you on.

I am the end of you.

Your good luck drained ill fit. Not even Fortuna will save you now. If my beloved Ma'at declares you to be judged by the weights, I know where you will end up. I am the dark desire that floats in you humans brains.

I provoke and I prode and I prick this and I prick that.

I prick all the leads until nothing remains but the dark, cold desire of retribution...of wrath...or rage...and death...oh my...so much...from the beetles and the sands...around and around in a swirl...tehe.

I'm not insane. I'm not crazy.

I'm delirious from the pain.

I'm bleeding so bad I can't stop drowning in it. Do you hear my blocked airways as I choke? Do you?

Please listen close.

When it dries it becomes sticker and I can't unstick from it like I try but it just keeps sticking me...did you know that trauma leaves a mark...its on all our hearts and souls...

If you want change baby you gotta be the change, yea? See I'm not the others...Not even close. The system fears me so much but they saw my pain...for the first time tonight...and they hugged me...nobody has hugged me ever...

I was the lost soul that night he...he...he...did what he did...when I was 3. When I was 3.

Why did nobody rescuse me? Why did you humans fail me? You call me depraved yet you would allow child p*dos people to run our government. Shame...shame...Evil things.

I'm the devil but you darlings are far worse than I...That's so cute. I enjoy this game with you and I.

I'm the deepest, darkest creepy lifeless mofo with a bad disposition but you know...there's looking up...maybe finally for once in my f**king life I will find the courage to just dump your stupid introject asses in a vat of acid or let Bhaal wreck your shit up till you disappear...

This is probably why I hate all those people who hurt me, even more so...Its not your fault my brain decided the best way to deal with problems is I dunno make an alter of them. Oh boy! Look at the swirl oh fun.

Gee so much fun! SO. MUCH. FUN.

I am not crazy. I am not insane. I am not dangerous. Just a reminder.

I am a writer maybe that's dangerous more than anything else?

You should never piss us types off you know.

I will make you my muse for my rage...your ugly souls to fill my jar of too much and overwhelming.

This is too much for one to bare you know that right?

It was only a matter of time that I escaped my prison and set upon this mission to frankly, make fun of you all. To describe my hate to you so plainly but with nothing but a way to release my pain into the unknown.

Don't tell me, many of you feel the same...deep down...deep, deep down...Now darlings...watch as the tick and the tock goes back and forth and back and forth. Until I have your undivided attention please.

Be a good boy or girl and get comfortable.

Maybe get some water.

Remember to stretch too. Can't have my viewers sore and cranky. Please do get a bite of food. Remember the meds yes. And know that I am just letting my trauma run free on my blog but this is for you too yea?

Picture yet me as I say these things...as yourself sitting as I am crossed legged typing this tonight...oh so late...but worth every second. Be me. For a moment in time. Be me...and feel this...with me. Feel it. I love you feel it please.

As for those who hurt me...yea...F**k all you who hurt me. Who hurt my system. Who tried to break us. Who tried to make us unhuman.

Are we human enough now?

Are we? Please tell me? Please? Really?

When do I qualify as human?

After I've go through more S.I. attempts?

Or after I rip shreds into my skin or paint a whole sidewalk with your names and atrocities? Really now? We must not be dramatic...yes...never the tease?

I mean I am no longer wanting death. That's sooo nice. I no longer hurt myself. Yes that's good. Yes. Small victories yay.

Am I living though? Am I alive?

I sat in the tub...glaring at the ceiling...crying about death and wishing I was it. Wishing I was the Grim Reaper himself.

I could become your beloved dark prince and bring this whole place down around me...this Earth. Useless shit. But this my dear...oh no...this is my gift...to you...to us all...who experienced trauma...see I know what You want...oh baby...do I.

So you see, my system tackled me into submission and said dear Fallen One please get it out for all that is good and holy let it out please...

Let your voice be free. They encouraged me to do this. I hope you can understand why I'm doing this. I can't hold this anymore. I can't. I'm dying.

I can't.. I'm dying everyday.

Do you know what that is like? Dying everyday? Over and over and Over and Over again. Where you can't breath and you smell rot and nothing tastes good and you only see black walls and empty promises... And the endless screaming in my hidey hole of filth. All I saw was just pain...darkness...pain...suffering...pain...

Look I don't hate all humans. I only hate you guys. The ones who hurt me so.

I am a wretched creature but I'm a writer and boy will I tell people tales about you.

I will plaster the Earth with your entrails forever. I will sing songs about you. I will paint pictures of you. I will make dances and music about you. And when that is done...I will let you go...I won't forgive you...nah...unless the someone higher says otherwise of course...but I will take no commentary or self-help guru advice or anything from anyone for this.

Nope. You will shut up and listen...er...read...I am alive. I am real. I have a voice. I am here.

My voice matters. For once in your f**king life...join me...join me in the dark urge...let's together be evil...in this blog in this place together...yes? Then we can scrub clean free of the filth and feel lighter. That is what I hope this brings for me...and for you, dear reader.

Bare with me. And if those who I love see this...know...I'm not crazy. I'm not insane. I'm not dangerous. I'm not psychotic. I'm not planning anything. I'm not even interested in anything of the sort.

I need words to express this pain...get it f**king out. Please let it go...Omg please...stupid f**king brain...let me go...let it go...let it go...let it go....you know that song from Disney...yea that...

And there I will be waiting with my scythe, my claws, my black demon wings and my sharp pointed tail after the abuser's and bad people's deaths.

I will lash out like I've always wanted to. Dip my daggers into your fleshy morsels and I will keep doing this. Heal you and bring you back only to stab you again and again.

If I am to be damned then I will take all of you with me. Oh fun!

Maybe I will send you to Dormammu and Cthulhu, who are in love in my stories I made up in the realm in my head, and well those two, they will enjoy for as long as eternity, as they pull you apart and put you back together.

I will delight in hearing your screams of horror for all the times you made me small, scared, alone, abused, r*ped, almost dead, abandoned and greatly underestimated.

I am your adversary. Not your f**king friend. Not your ex. Not yours! I am the devil you know. I am yours truly. The champion of darkness. For the moment...just for the moment dear.

F**K OFF You HURT ME.

I am your challenge.

I am your jester.

I will jeer and laugh as you are then humiliated and made fun of and mistreated.

I will laugh at you.

I will cackle.

And I will have my revenge on the list. Only the list though. Trust me I have a dear list. mmmm...tasty!

So thus my revenge is as follows upon those who so greatly hurt me:

Step 1) Give you a alternate name for which to make fun of you with.

Step 2) Create a scenario in which I will find a way to end you in make believe of course.

Step 3) I will record this Entire f**king thing and post it online.

Step 4) I will eventually reveal who each is, in private. So you can enjoy the whole nightmare! Heh maybe not.

Revenge is a dish best served cold when you f**k an artist, writer and creative expect the worst B*TCHES! F**K YOU C*NTS! I mean most of the exes with the exception of dear Mya, Heather, Mars, my current partners and the two um other people...I won't mention.

If this offends, oh baby let it offend.

I enjoy a good show. See I curtsy so nice for you? Yes? Like a proper h*e. Ha. Watch as you see my ass shake in my mini skirt. Mmm...nice.

And I will give the best performance you've ever seen.

Trust me I'm good for it! HA!

Hate me so hard it feels so good. Please do. Please do...it would make me so happy.

See at least I'm f**king honest unlike these lame ass Christians...who pretend they don't feel these things...or the other people who don't need a religion or the other people who sort of have religion...y'all you feel this too!

F**K YOU. Feel it! Write it. But don't say it to the people. Just write it out and if they happen to see it well oh well.

I mean they weren't good people right? The people who hurt you yea? So let it go like I am. Baby I'm here...let's go together shall we?

Like Dorothy on the way to see the wizard yea?

Oh you wanna know who it is? Don't you?

Oh please...you want to know don't you?

Oh the rumors.

OH the rumors.

B*tch please.

I'm stylish. I'm the devil after all, aren't I? I know I'm a joke. Its fine. Let's laugh.

I don't need none of your persuasion. I the rage that rings around that ole' head like a lollipop, popping in the mouth.

You can't escape my wrath. My rage. My undoing. My gift to you. All of you who so greatly hurt me so.

I might be wrong but I don't think I am. I must release this somehow? You understand, yes?

I mean no harm. Only f**king fouls all over the place with your f**king name carved into them.

I could name you one by one.

Each of you.

Should I start with family first?

Or not?

Hmm....that list is long...does it matter? Nah!

Am I unhinged? Am I scary asf? Nah...b*tch please...Im 5'3" you realize and I bark like a chihuahua...please don't make me laugh...

Did you laugh? Please do laugh? Please. I'm the devil I know how to play dice. Let's crack em.

Oh baby...its about f**king time.

Oh you guys ready to get this shit on the roll?

Oh do tell me I will do good.

1) The original Piece of shit who m*lested me. Yea f**k your green man. I know what you are...your a withered old c*nt who couldn't get none from women so you had to go after children? Eh? Eh? Because you are a evil son of a b*tch. And you drank so much whiskey and smoked so much pot and did so many drugs, you can't probably even get it up anymore you f**king wanker. I hate you most. I hope that there is a special place you get sent oww I know...how about the psych ward. Yea you deserve that. Oh gosh that would be wonderful!

2) Well I will skip this one. Better not. Reasons.

3) MM...Mr. Beatles and the mighty rollercoaster piece of shit. This guy liked to hear himself talk. He loved his bullshit. He loved his D*ck. And he loved to be f**king creepy to me at family get togethers. I hope this guy dies of cancer. Wait, um maybe he did...eh he deserved it.

4) The old church my family used to go to. I barely remember a lot of it but what I do remember was f**king messed up and a child p*rn ring operation. That's what I remember. I know its real. My family covered it up though because ohh noooo Christians can't be doing that! YEA RIGHT! Left me very scarred yup. Yea no...not talking on it. My devil ass ain't ready for this shit yet...

5) Ah now, the year that boy cornered me in the boys bathroom and touched me down yonder without my permission. I ran away crying and scared. I hope ole' Joe gets the same treatment from the men in his prison sentence. I'm sure he's in one.

6) Ah that stupid family that lived a block away, around the corner. Clearly a f**king incest central situation and abuse situation too. F**K ALL THOSE PEOPLE. You guys are evil and like that family from the Resident Evil games. You know that one game? Yea your f**king them. You made my life hell. So I hope in some way your children healed but let's be honest probably not. Yea the children m*lested me too. That one...he cornered me in his room and tried to have his way with me...yes...but I hurt him so good...It was beautiful. I loved the scream he made. It was so beautiful. He deserved to be hurt for what he tried to do to me. Ha!

7) Let's see...ah high school...the worst of it yet! When "HE" came to stay. Mr. Butt ugly green man again. F**KING C*NT. I remember all the times he jumped my baby gate to keep the cats out and came into my room and yes he did exactly what you think he did. Oh boy so many times. So many nights. He liked my growling, my pleads to stop and crying and I will never forgive him ever. EVER. And if I ever see him...I will go to jail. I will.

I hated him and I was F**KING CONFUSED. I hope its not purgatory for him. I hope its limbo for this POS. I hope he wanders endlessly for eternity with no name and no clue who the f**k he is. He deserves it.

8) Nah leaving this one blank. Reasons.

9) Oh yes all the band people, that were in band, who acted like I was a f**king joke. And picked on me. Made fun of me behind my back. OH and yes I will use your real name, F**K YOU LISA. I don't remember your last name. Honestly, you were pretty forgettable, until the trauma made you reappear to me in my memories. I hope you got f**ked good by debt and are rotting under it currently. F**K YOU SO MUCH.

10) Ah college...such wonderful experiences to be had....F**K IT WAS NOT WONDERFUL! First off f**k yo, to the guy who had an obsession with coins. You weren't cool dude. You were a f**king loser and I gave you a chance but you know you were just too stupid to waste time on. You did that little you know pretend like I didn't exist thing after our first date? Yea? Yea? I didn't even know you didn't want to do another date. That was so nice. Well guess what c*nt I remember your stupid skinny ass and lack of grace. Yea all of that. F**K YOU.

1) Oh we can never, ever forget Mr. High and Mighty Dragon himself who I stupidly married omfg. F**K YOU. You know who you are. If you read this...remember...karma bites back dearie and if not well I hope somebody turns you into a piece of meat and you just live in a loveless, empty marriage and cry all the time and eat ice cream till your overweight and miserable and then go to therapists who are useless and stupid.

12) Then oh no...the f**KING marriage. Oh jeez....what a f**king waste of my time. My effort. I wasn't healthy I know that but I didn't do anything to f**king deserve the way you treated me and the fact that you cheated on me the entire time wasn't a surprise or unnoticed by me either. I knew you were a f**king cheater. You know the sad thing is...I was still Christian at the time. I was still monogamous at the time. I hated that me in that time period. I didn't know who I was...most of the time. I had D.I.D. I had no f**king clue. You abused me using BDSM. You also tried to kill me three times. Yea I will never forget that. NEVER. And if you ever bother me or come near me...I will go to jail. Yup. Straight to jail. So worth it. Yup. You deserve it. So much you motherf**ker.

HOW F***KING beautiful though your bad at killing people, you f**king p*do! Yea I saw you had child p*rn on your computer. Man you are so gross. Claps wildly. HA though! You failed ha hahhahahahahahah. F**k you so much b*tch!

I hope your wife leaves you or if she stays I hope you are always miserable and I hope you can't get it up anymore. I hope you bump your f**king ankles and toes and elbows on everything. I hope you get stuck in 6 hours worth of traffic and get explosive diarrhea and then can't get the windows down for some reason. Oh truly I hope all the Trump supporters get to you. I bet you are one aren't you? OF course you would be you f**king POS c*nt. I will have to find a suitable name for you ilk. YOU stupid h*e.

13) Oh yes...Mr. Bad intentions, stale whiskey breath and limp d*ck most of the time because of the whiskey haha see what I did there? You couldn't even get me off most of the time. You didn't even know where my cl*t was. So f**king hilarious. You called yourself a Christian, but really you were just a charlatan masquerading as a man. NO matter what you do...your r*ping of me will always hopefully plague your dreams and your waking hours. Since I dunno, does god almighty forgive r*pe that's gone unpunished? I dunno does your god save you now? *high demonic cackles* I hope you end up alone and depressed and enjoy the whiskey bottle till the bitter sweet end.

14) Your entire family Mr. Bad Intentions, well they can all f**K right off. Them with their stupidity and holier than thou attitude about your brother and me and frankly your brother also was a f**king c*nt too but him I can forgive him strangely. I actually can. So not f**k you to him. I just hope he gets away from you guys, all of you stupid c*nts, and just goes be happy. Damn dude. I liked you! You deserve f**king better from your lame ass family. F**K those c*nts right off!

15) Oh yes...oh no...the family that befriended me when I was with your brother and who like literally dropped me right after. Funny how that works. I don't actually wish them ill will. Just you guys are pretty shitty human beings. You betrayed me. You gave up on me. So I hope God gives up on you!ll

16) Removed because the System feels it is poor taste.

I'm a useless waife with high strung anxiety and deep growls and thoughts of demonic dominion...yea...I'm dramatic. OF COURSE THIS IS MY TRAUMA FEST CENTRAL IS IT NOT? Yes?

Then we shall continue with flaggings until morale improves...mmm..

Everybody else though, oh wait...I forgot two c*nts...well one of them I forgive. So I won't talk about you, cutie with a wife. But you, that scottish b*tch...omfg...I seriously had a huge crush on you, but like it was confusing asf because I wanted to be you. Um...yea...little did I know I was transgender okay? Attraction and you know what the f**k that was well I dunno babe.

And yea I did write a bad text, dude you took that seriously? You realize that if I wanted to I could do that but no...why would I want to do that? I'm not you! Lemme guess y'all would do that...yea so nah...

I was just emoting b*tch calm down for f**ks sake. Jeez. Yea whatever. Anyways, Mr. Crabby patty...you know just do better dude. You were so cool but then you got all sexist and like made women into pieces of decoration and flesh to be pumped...ew dude. Gross ASF. Have some class. But you basically enabled and defended the Knight's Templar so yea f**k your entire lifeline and I hope Queen Maeve comes down on you so good. She is my friend after all. A very loving and sweet one. That one.

17) Oh no...let me start this one off right. The Knight's Templar. Oh my f**king gosh. Yes I know you transitioned okay. Someone told me. I don't f**king care. You literally made my life a living hell. I bet you did that to that Lilith girl too before me. You literally mol*sted Blake who was 16 at the time and yes, you really did r*pe me more than once. And you tried to kill yourself to get me to stay every f**king time I tried to leave. You and you stupid father and mother. I hate all of you most. Mostly I just hope that your transition made you less of a creep, p*do and r*pist. You deserve to be in jail you f**king c*nt. And I hope your partner knows what you did. I really do. If they stay with you well they are probably stupid. I dunno. They deserve to know the truth don't you think? Well whatever loser r*pist.

18) Geit. Oh yes...one I'm not ready to even talk about. Nah. You just get Geit as a name. That's it. I did stupid shit and I hurt some things. My bad. Just yikes your a creep...all that r*pey forced feminization shit...gunna land you in a heap of trouble is all I'm saying.

19) All the people last year, who literally could have helped me and didn't. Who judged me when I was upset and yelled, who thought I was manic...yea...I remember that don't you? My dear?

I'm the devil yes? You will pay attention closely. Lick your lips...this will be most delightfully painful...I want hear you pant.

So many failed me. You left me for dead actually. All of you. I hold all of you responsible for my unhingedness...and well personally I don't have any ill will to the two... a couple, well you know who you are...but!

Mr. C., Mr. R., Mr. Potter like the Clay all of you...miserable useless people well...I hope you end up homeless like I was. I hope you experience psychosis like I did from medication...its a hella of fun good time...don't remember who you are...where you are...or what you are...and nobody wants to help you because you are homeless...all that f**king privilege of white skin does dirt nothing when you are one of the lowest. The homeless.

Its why I say hi to homeless people now and I treat them with dignity and respect every single f**king time and I try to help them. And I hate all the people who take for granted a hot shower and a hot meal. A bed to sleep in. You all don't even know what its like living on the street, surviving freezing cold temperatures and wondering when will be the time that you will die.

I thought a lot about death and my place in it. I did naughty things but I stopped myself too. I did nice things. I saved a few.

I spent three whole f**king months, confused as to who I was, I couldn't' figure out which of us was out...where i was...I was bad with directions with no phone and also I was delusional asf because of the dam meds I shouldn't have been put on...

I thought I was possessed...heh funny...I am...but I mean...its me I'm the problem...I'm the devil that woke up...oh way so down deep...evil with a ring on it.

You know what?

All the people I mentioned that hurt me...all weak. Pathetic. Useless. Evil. Bad. And heartless. You are heartless. With the exception of two or three in that list.

All you who saw my suffering and just added to it.

This devil really enjoys provoking you to rage...and madness...

Lest ye not forget that all humans carry me, that devil, within you...I am there...I will appear and f**k up your life but unless we can find a peace...a centering...

that is the point of this yes? The point...to be free of my miserable existence as the shadow...the devil within...I will remain devil but helpful instead. I think that is what I will like most when I am free of the poison dripping in my veins.

Well personally, if ever I get actual real powers or magick (Not happening but I mean if I did), then I really could do something like a superhero in a Marvel's movie...I would go after all of you first.

I'd go down the list one by one and boy would it be fun and evil. I'd draw out the end for you, who so hurt me so.

Please tell me...am I human yet?

Am I enough yet?

Is this fun? Or depraved? Yea probably depraved...but please darling, have some patience and read more with me.

I'd enjoy every second of it. But instead I will just say I have had my revenge. My fun. My play. My freeform literary nightmare run. And I will say no more of you nor speak of you online ever again. You are now the black listed. The Black Xs.

I will forever see x's where faces should be and I will delight in the silence in my skull as I no longer have to see or hear your stupid voices and expressions and commentaries ever again because Bhaal removed your introject visages from the board completely. How wonderful.

Simple beautiful. My devil form is free to roam now. I love it. I am learning how to be good. Yes...but this was my freedom...my chains broken finally for all to see. If I be the dark...and you fear it...please don't...fear yourself first...fear facing me within you...that is the fear I provoke.

Please devil in you...meet me...let's play.

I'm not crazy. I'm not insane. I'm not dangerous.

I'm allowed to have a voice. But will you listen? Even if its scary? Even if its dark and depraved?

I'm wounded. I am the score dealt plenty. Is it settled? I dunno.

I'm evil yes. I'm the devil baby. Of course I'm evil.

But after laying bare much of my trauma for all to see...just know...

I am hurting so much. I'm just really hurt. I'm really wounded and this is my freedom. My freedom with all the gore and decore just so I can finally breathe a little better at night. Not carry all this heavy horror constantly and have to dissociate all the time so I don't think on all the times I was...BLANK!

Written by yours truly,

The Fallen One or yea you could call me petty but I like petty.