Lord of Light and Shadow
The Demon's strength lays in its personal, and familiar touch.
He knows all the chinks in the armor, and just where to touch the raw spots.
Impish Homonoculus, born of my own blood,
Feeding off of fear and despair.
I must remember who is the true Master,
He has no power that I do not grant.
Blood of my Blood,
It is your rust tinted fear that I taste now,
Without me there is no you.
I unleash you back into the night,
Take flight and do not return,
For I spurn your ill favor, and now bask in MY Light.
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