He has such splendour

That Demon king

He welcomes you with gifted ring

And cherishes your time

He'd sing

If it would make you enter his gate

He carries himself a "Prince-Consort"

Though he is of vile rapport

None can deny his acting applause

"He's lonely, you see"

"He's been banished for wanting love"

"Is that not enough for you?"

But your words only fuel the fires

He may wear all white,

Like some fallen angel

Or heavenly sprite

Inviting travellers to stay the night

But you mustn't remain

For once you enter the palace

The place of insurmountable sin

There is no place for you to return

There are pleasures

There are rules

There are girls

There are ghouls

If you fall out of favour with him

Beware his wrath

For he can burn your soul

But do not entertain his "charity"

For you can never repay his debts.

It was a dark night, that one in the tomb,

And in my slumber I felt a gloom

And to what, methought, would it do good

If I were to follow it as not I should?

My heart yearned to know beyond

But my mind held within

And without another word,

I fell into sin.

I was outside a grand palace, the hundreds of windows lighted with yellow glow and the trees and flowers row on row, and statues above and below. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, there was cheer as in a greeting, and then the Devil I was meeting.

"Marik," He began with an elegant smile, his finery and white suit covered his guile, "I have awaited your arrival for such long time, please, come in! Let me entertain you with things sublime." His voice was not ill-speaking, yet I should have smelt the reeking. Lies fell from his lips like water.

"Certainly," I said, unaware of what lay ahead. "I am weary and in need of restoring afore I can leave next dawning." Only now, methinks, do I see what it was he wanted from me.

He doesn't eat. He just watches and offers polite conversation. Though the table may be covered in delicious food and wine, he was sure not to waste any time.

"Marik, I hear it you need some assistance with your father. I have a suggestion, here, join me in the parlour." And without delay I set aside my meal and walked behind his step. There, the lounge was sweet and airy, there were sugared candies in jars and loveseats galore,

"Surely," Said I with ignorance in youth, "you have some way of making my father stop his assaults on us. Please, I implore, whatever I might give you in return for my freedom on this world, it may be yours."

I was too quick to speak, for in a sweep of a quill and a noise most shrill, my world turned dark as with my soul I didst part.