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I’ve walked through fire,
burned my flesh so bad till vermin came sniffing the aroma,
scarred my retinas looking at the sun through binoculars,
severed tendons, cracked vertebrae, punctured organs
and knocked myself unconscious,
and never did I have a moment of fear of things
I’d done or faced, until you.

You.

You showed me a darkness
deeper than the murkiest trenches in the Pacific Ocean,
colder than the most desolate corners of the universe,
colder than Absolute Zero,
colder than the breath of a dead man,
from which there is no return.
I strode valliantly, ignorantly, toward my own demise,
in hopes of conjuring a magic powerful enough to overcome you.

But I had it all wrong.

In order to defeat something as sinister as you
I would have had to submit to it,
to you,
to the very evil I have worked to extract
from my own soul. I thought I could walk the edge,
straddle the raging volcano,
inhale the noxious gases
but an angel came to me as I stood on the precipice,
ready to plunge in,
and suggested I look inward before going further.
The angel showed me the folly
of trying to control a shadowy force of nature.

After all, what have you gained
if you obtain the upperhand on the devil himself?
And furthermore, is it really even necessary
to understand Satan anymore than you might already?
Evil is evil, and to look much more into it than that
is to become in league with said evil.

After seeing the darkness in my soul,
which had been blackening as I read from your book,
I found it best to turn away from you,
toward the light, because there is no victory
to be had standing toe-to-toe with the demon queen herself.