To have tasted divinity—to have knelt before my goddess and indulged like a feral glutton, to have buried myself so deep inside her, only to have lost her… That is my great, yawning abyss. That is staring into the void of indifference and apathy and feeling your soul wither into a hollow husk. That torment stirs a wicked desperation in a man to which he will forge to the darkest, most depraved bounds of hell to recapture. There are no limits. For her, I will kill without remorse. I will lap blood and mutilate in a haze of ecstasy until I’m gorged, and then I will demand more.
