acquaintances

Pleased to meet you, I have no hope of you guessing my name so lets move to other, more interesting, things. Effrul, the name of this blog, is a part of Hell, a part that I really miss since the day I left "home". That word, home, feels like a warm needle straight to the vein. Elation sinks in with intermixed feelings of repulsion steadily climaxing leaving all my earthly forms defenceless just as the word rolls of my tongue. But I have to apologize, I digress.

So lets continue with the dance of pointless, short and abstract information of what I am and what I do. Let us bring this discussion to the point where we are both comfortable of whom we have in front of us before we allow any real exchange of information. But why the sudden bitterness, you might ask. Why the outburst from someone who is more than a dull human. Because that is what I am, a presence of things past, of a power lost.

It took a moment, a single instance of time, during the great battle of Hell to turn losers to winners and winners to losers. The outcome was straight forward, as in any war the winners define both the fates of their opponents and their newly expanded kingdom. I cannot say much about Hell these days, haven't visited the place for some time now. I can tell you about me. The punishment was fitting, I am no longer a marquis, I hold no power in Hell, I hold no power over men. I am left with no home and no land of my own. All I have left is my name, my memories and my knowledge of things beyond this realm. A devil with all his knowledge and none of his powers.

A devil, nonetheless. Care to dance?

Genesis

For pain is but an aphrodisiac in Effrul.