Seven Spirits

They did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death.

How do I feel?  The most apt description would be "like hell".  You'll know it when you see it.  I have the face my Lord hath behest upon me; a mantling 7 horns and the manifold 7 eyes of the sacred lamb.  And it is most appropriate that I should look and feel this way, given the circumstances in the world today.

I've always thought it would be a horrible fate to not look as one felt, so I was grateful, at times, for my appearance of hellfire; this is on-brand for me, really.  If I was less of a pussy, I'd slice the entire surface of my face off with a freshly sharpened blade; this here is faulty equipment, as far as I'm concerned.  As it turns out, a lot of people appreciate the authentic look and feel of hell, and I never supposed there was a task I wasn't up to.

My fate was to see, and my faith is to persist.  Each day is a pure burning, but I no longer feel the same pain.  I've learned, and I know now, to kindle this eternal flame.

Celestial Soul
Sine Hermetica