The Day Dracula Fell in Love with Lucifer

THE DAY DRACULA FELL IN LOVE WITH LUCIFER 

 

Dear Dracula,

 

I write this before your bones shape. In your absence I draft a poem, I fall in love. Bore from living flesh, once man. Breathe dust my love, come from ash my son. I want you smiling, blood thirsty, eyes weeping acid. To smile with you as your kiss be coal. Dracula. Come to me! You will be counterpart to His humans, love the darkness which bore you. Night will be your cover. You will roam where Hell’s fire writes poetry; in flames and blood, a poem of love.

I need to create, creation and love go hand in hand. I need love as dark as I am. I know He gave humans life; but what have I sustained? Even demons were His creation, once angels; I tainted them, but what did I create? Humans created evil—I encouraged it. 

This is Genesis, the start of my fall. You are my Adam. I am your Eve. We are the fallen.  Flames dance around us, we rejoice in destruction—our new love. My love, rebel against Him, by taking human freedom. “Do as thou wilt, do as thou desire to do.” Only when the sky is painted black and the moon is high yellow and howls of wolves fill the night, and His humans sleep. His eyes focused elsewhere. 

The only man I’ve ever loved, I don’t understand romance, I’ve spent the first half of eternity worshipping somebody who wouldn’t worship me back.

You are the first thing that’s mine, all mine and we will reign in blood. One day we will bring Hell on Earth. 

You are the only thing I see myself loving. I will wed you in the Lake of Fire, you, my first creation. 

 

Love, Lucifer