And there’s rushing reeds in Hell that lost princesses drift into, cradled in papyrus as Satan bathes in the waters of the Styx, clear red like wine. The marsh whispers hosannas and they say the plants sprouted from angel’s torn and tattered feathers, now they are the vessels of ghosts. Samael has hair like Samson, in the parted marble caryatids and pool that conveys moons and lost orbits into his castle’s grasp. The harbor is no place for a child, yet the girl is but newborn, and as he sees his greatest failure now red-eyed and back tattooed with pinions where once brilliant white wings were, he thinks of the sin of giving her his heart. Lost in translation, lost in the tides of time, angel made Eve, and as he weeps and clutches the moonchild to his breast, he promises to grant her every wish, not destroy her soul as in ages past. Hell is no place to raise a child, yet there is no choice in these things, so the least he can give her is a rose garden. The last thing he could ever do was hurt her. The best thing he can do is shelter her from his own wickedness and the evils of Dis, give her Pandaemonium as a toothing gift like Baltic amber as she is gumming away at his brains. Something about blonde girls with red eyes. Something about towheads that play Moses to Samael’s Ramses.
There is not much drawing her to love but the choice of hearts, pulling her hellbent, and the angel fell to be in his arms, came to the underworld if only because we are all victims of the Lapis Exillis quest at one time or another, and it is best to drink your blood straight from the original castrated Fisher King, Taninver be damned. Weeping wounds draw platinum moths with hungry teeth. The Devil was never any good without Eloa, anyways, and Norea contains Da’ath in her smatter-skull tiny as a teardrop head. Immortal made mortal. On the brink of madness, reason left her weary soul, and she keeps walking on, but feels alone.
No one knows the darkness until you meet him in the day, anyways.
And love is the only thing that grows in Hell, after all these cursed billion years.