Epilogue

EPILOGUE

L ike this, I had passed through three of the devilish realms and had a further three to go before I would come before Asmodeus.

Thinking on this, I began to pray to the Lord:

I am a servant to you, O Lord. I will do your bidding. And no matter to what I must subject myself, no matter the embarrassment I must endure, no matter anything in this realm, I will fulfill the promise.

I will become whatever you need me to be.

For nearly half an hour, I prayed like this, overwhelmed with a spiritual devotion that had nowhere to go except to be funnelled in prayer to my Lord's ears.

It took that long for Asmodeus to answer me, a beautiful sound to rally me forward.

"Alessandro, my little priest, my whore, my beautiful blasphemer. Come to me. Come to me. Devote yourself eternally. Let us show God together why pleasure and sin and temptation is the way to live. Let us revolt against His tyranny for eternity. Come and be my pet, my toy, my devoted slut."

My heart grew to bursting with devotion.

"Yes," I answered aloud. Yes, yes, yes .

With purpose, and devotion, and love blooming in my chest, I stood up.

A further three demons to find and to pleasure, and then I would be Asmodeus'. Everything I had wanted for thirty-five years would be mine.

A deity to worship, a body used and appreciated and pleasured, a purpose I could fulfill.

Life was worth it. Every struggle had led to this.

It was Romans 12:12 that came to mind, then, a passage from God's word that felt appropriate here, that I could twist to suit my new life.

"Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer."

To all things, lust. To all things, pleasure.

To all things, Asmodeus.

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