Consumed..

It's inside me.
I can feel it, overpowering me.
Needing..
Needing to feed.

There is still some traces of me..
Something is still there.
I'll let you out.
They need to realize..

Realize sheer terror.

You thought it would go unnoticed?
Perhaps, I was afraid.
Do you understand now?
Methodical, I have to be.
Once "it's" out, there is no sanctuary.

Everybody dies tonight.

I can still comprehend, yet I choose to ignore it.
There is beauty, in this.
What you once cherished as you power..
Forced people into fear.
Forced submission..
Removed their will, and consumed their soul..
Forced the life out of them..

I give back to you.

All of it.
You can have.

When Lucifer is found in Paradise by two Cherubs, he rebukes them for not recognizing him. They rebuke right back saying that his appearance has changed from being in Hell. "So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible: Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined His loss"

Remorse?
I shan't entertain it.
Goodbye..