An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Luci is no longer
Couldn’t stand the person I was
Forced to relinquish control
Sentenced to wear a mask.
So with haste
My veil is laid to rest
That false idol
Buried in twisted bark.
Chaos beneath plants its roots
Smothering fallen souls
The Mark of their Father weakens
And I rise as the morning star.
I believe as I once could.
I am Lucifer.
I am alive.
