Damnation

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

Once a poor woman, just trying to survive,

Now she needs power in order to thrive.

Once a dutiful aunt, with nothing to hide,

Until she met the devil, with whom she chose to confide.

 

Tried to do right, she never seemed to get far,

Had to bury all her problems with visits to the bar.

Tipsy, faded, her eyes, they were dilated,

And then she followed someone home. This act? It was fated.

 

Not looking for ***, not looking for love,

she pretended to be an angel, sent from high up above.

Lying to herself, as if she were a saint:

That was the image she wanted to paint.

 

Saw a lonely figure, all sad in her demeanor.

It was decided then, the Mali'ker would fix her.

"This broken girl, she reminds me of me!"

"If I can help her, maybe my mind will be free.."

 

But freedom wasn't an option in this game she chose to play,

Now her soul is twisted, bound to a grimoire with chains.

Forced to hide her fury, her pain, and all of her rage,

Les' that wicked bitch tears out her ******* page.

 

Thrown into a pit, but there were no lions,

Just two women towering over her, casting shadows like titans.

No camaraderie to be found, this wasn't an alliance.

She was about to be punished for all of her defiance.

 

No amount of compliance could save her from the violence.

No one could save her from fate's cruel bias.

 

There she was, face down in the pit,

Head busted open, body seizing in a fit.

A grimoire was open, a ritual recited,

They gifted her with power, and it was to be requited.

 

Wanted redemption, friendship or at least to be enlightened,

Instead her soft, beautiful skin became wrapped in black chitin.

Smooth velvet voice turned scratchy and deep,

Eyelids melted shut, no longer can she weep.

 

Cloven black hooves wouldn't match with the season,

Wicked leather wings, she doesn't need them.

Long beautiful hair, replaced with cilia,

Horns curving out, sprouting like pilia.

 

Protrusions on her back, writhing and wriggling,

Spines erupted forth, made a sound so sickening,

Baptised in flames, her blood it was sizzling!

Mind breaking down, becoming ripe for conditioning..

No sense in praying now. God isn't listening.

 

Once someone's sister, someone's aunt, someone's child,

It doesn't matter now; her soul has been defiled.

Rosaria fell in that pit, and she never came out,

Instead appeared a demon, whose hatred was devout.

 

"Who needs Vivian, when I have all this power?"

"If I had it my way, her soul I would devour."

"I'm glad I left her alone with a violent angry father"

"Showing ******* pity? Why did I bother?"

 

"They didn't change me, I was like this from the start."

"They only fixed my body, made it match my wicked heart."

"I never really cared. Apathy was my art."

"If I had it my way, I would tear her soul apart."

Edited September 2, 2025 by PrettyKittyKeia
went around to spelling grimoire, fated, defiled, camaraderie , and alliance correctly