So this is what I had waited for. For such a long time. The pain was so great it mutated into pleasure by the second. He is the devil, but He is God. Oh, so beautiful. So beautiful that it hurts. And I like it.

And the rumors were true. People talked about it in such hushed whispers that one wondered if the pain could be real. But it was. It was so real that it made true reality crack into tiny little pieces. And it was marvelous.

Each time he pounded into you, every single bone shattered. Inch by inch, each millimeter of your aching skeleton by the second. And it felt so good. So damn good. And I loved it. I was so addicted, and I wanted more.

Father had told me his kisses were like a thousand lasers piercing your heart. I'd say more like a thousand lasers kissing it with candy. So sweet, so painful, so good.

And he did all this to me, tortured me so mercilessly, because he knew I couldn't get enough. I wanted more, and the only way I could tell him so was to scream. Scream until your throat is white-raw, scream until you have no voice, keep screaming even then.

And like it all the while. Masochist that I am.

And it was beautiful, so damn beautiful I could barely contain myself. And he knew. And he told me to just scream. Because that's the way he liked it. The only way he would have it.

I was more than ready to oblige.

Don't want to disappoint the Master of All Things Magically Evil now do we?

So I would sit on the stone bed, head on the grass pillow and spread my legs, waiting, more than ready. For anything. New tortures for him to invent. Because he'd always bring me back to life, and if he didn't; I had died happy. And he knew this. He knew it all. And he knew I would do anything to help.

He once told me that I loved being evil way too much. I told him no, I Loved Evil.

He smiled in his way. That night was one of the best.

But there have been more. Better. I wonder that it can't get any better, but it does. It boils over. And I love it.

I wouldn't trade my Master for anything. The Dark Lord rules all.

And they say that I belong to him. What an understatement.