I was born under a powerful last name, watched over by the majestic walls of a giant empire
My birth was severely condemned by foresights, “son of Lucifer” I was named, and in an age of superstitions I was despised, not killed but expulsed by the secret goodness of my father
Under the eyes of a stared sky my scent was erased from the domain silently, carefully… Wrongly
So, the body of this child flew through the waters not so far away from my home and found the hands of a kind country woman
Then began my growth in a modest hovel with bare rules and fair wont
Too much different from the behavior of my peers
Always alone, looking through the window at the outside, reading hidden books of characters unbeknown for the vulgar minds. Mastering every doctrine but submerging into doubt every thesis
I fell into dark pages, decoding secrets that universe ignores
I became powerful; slowly I started to dominate the elements of this plane and the elements beyond this sphere
With this power I know the past, the future
The Alpha and the Omega
What angels wrote
What demons burnt
I did not worry by chanting of the sacred bells that announced the hunt had started
I knew my future even after the rope. My spirit cannot be erased
Neither the fire set to burn my body down after I am choked will carry my kernel to the absolute extinction
I see the faces of the assistants to this show, hate and imprecation is drawn on their facial expressions
Despise is proclaimed
Judged without fundament
No defense for the lords of this world
Until that day they choose sinking into ignorance
But I have no fear of the hands of these mortals
My eyes visualize my last minute and fall…