People make a lot of fuss about me.
And so, I might as well tell you, straight away,
That the stories that you hear mean nothing.
They are simply that: stories.
Or lies, or exaggerations, if you will.
If you want to get to know me,
then we must sit down and chat:
Just you and me.
We must start over, with no presumptions.
So, here we are, you and I, face to face at last.
I’m not so bad, am I?
Now, don’t be shy, girl.
Raise your head. Look into my eyes.
Give me your hand.
Do you feel that current of energy passing between us?
Yes, that. Juicy, isn’t it?
Stay for a while. Let it marinate.
I know all of your desires.
I feel the pull of longing in your eyes,
And I sense the current of electricity in your spine.
You and me–we have no secrets.
You could not hide from me if you tried.
But, why would you want to?
Doesn’t it feel glorious to admit to your desire?
To have it be known and felt?
I will meet you in your longing.
I will give you what you want:
No more, no less.
And so, now you understand me.
I am no demon.
I am your twin, your mirror.
I am your temptor and your deliverer.
Come to me when you are weak with passion,
And I will hold you.
But please, remember:
Leave your dignity at the door.
For more of my personal thoughts on the Devil archetype, click here.