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Daimon Hellstrom

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I was in front of BEELZEBUB, my father-
My tender father, how tender!
He was smiling at me, smiling-
He was the famed LUCIFER. Sweet father so smiling.
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He is the leader of the revolution against HEAVEN
He who wants to restore the bond between heaven and hell so fervent-
Else we shall continue to deceive the earth and HUMANITY
And continue making man God's enemy.

GOD: That is not a new thing son, of the famed Beelzebub.

Here I was in the Kingdom oh hell,
A twin thousand of years old which no human could tell-
And on my head was my crown of FATE of good size-
And around my head was my AUREOLE, a copy from that of the weakling, CHRIST.

There is none as beautiful as dad 
And as transparent and divine as his friendship so fat
Which Heaven so foolishly refuses to accept. 
He is handsome without a thing as except-

GOD: His beauty is a curse from Me THE SUPREME DEITY
He is a beauty to the eyes of the evil.
Go on DAIMON. We are growing impatient.
The Tale merits many a talent.

I was in a black cassock, with black sandals on,
Cassock of the Luciferian home. I was his son.
Father is a huge Man with a handsome tail and a head with vipers-
Red-eyed, deep-voiced, and with four delicate arms with hair like spikes for THOMAS.

LUCIFER:

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