[Suzerain of Sheol]

You return to me at last.

Beloved child.

My God-damned son.

Fruit of my body. Mine own begotten. Na'lsa.

Yesssssssss. Feast. Gorge. Drink your fill of me. Revel. Succor. Nourish. CONSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUME! There can be no end, infinite hunger and my infinite adoration for you, dear dear son. Progeny of my violation.

You return to the womb, to me. Among all your sisters and brothers, you. Na'lsa. Do not all sons wish for this?

And hear Him without, your Father and Brother both: Death, my atrocious firstborn. His soul is in the beasts he sired, but it is not in you. Oh no, precious, wondrous, pristine Na'lsa.

Raven me! Ravage! Devour! Choke! Vomit!

THIS IS THE COMMUNION OF HELL

THE UNION OF MOTHER AND SON

HE DOTH PROCEED FROM THE MOTHER AND THROUGH THE MOTHER IS ABHORRED AND DEFILED

LUST FROM LUST. GLUT FROM GLUT. TRUE SIN FROM TRUE SIN.

AND HE ROSE FROM HELL.

AND BY THE POWER OF HIS OWN SPIRIT, WAS MADE MAN.

FOR MANKIND, FOR THE FLOWER OF DAMNATION, HE WAS MADE TO LIVE.

AND HIS HUNGER SHALL KNOW NO END.

MY ABOMINABLE SPAWN. MY GLORIOUS ONE. MY NA'LSA.

SATHANAS DOMINI, SATHANAS GLORIAE HALLELUJAH AMEN AMEN!