I EAT THE POISON

Higgledy piggledy,

HE'S REACHING FOR HIS HONESTY AND KIND NATURE

"branson reese, whoever you are" put some respect on the smooth sharks one fear man's name

Most sentient demons have the strength of will to resist Erembour’s horn. Nevertheless, they take no chances. When the Ebon Dragon’s shadow falls, most demons leave the streets. They distract themselves from the call to the shadows by clapping and dancing the farandole of the Ebon Dragon… but they dance the steps backward, because that requires greater concentration. Thus do the demons honor the Ebon Dragon’s power even as they attempt to resist and deny it. What of those who answer the call to the shadows? They feel a thrill of fear as they give themselves to the night, but it excites them as well. The fear soon fades.As they join the throng that follows Erembour, each demon realizes that he is among friends, and more. Creatures who would set even a demon screaming with fear or revulsion minutes before suddenly seem beautiful. The music of Erembour coaxes her followers into a languorous dance. In the depths of Hell, creatures of nightmare feel a sweetness fill their hearts, tinged with wistful melancholy because they know that this enchanted night soon must pass. As the dancers flirt and gyre, they pair off and leave the dance to couple in private shadows, alone together in tender passion. Too soon, the Ebon Dragon departs and Erembour with him. The harsh light of Ligier glares down to break the spell and scourge the revelers from the streets. They remember that they are demons in a prison-world of hate and shame. They curse Erembour for tricking them into feeling love, while praying that the Ebon Dragon passes once more.

like i’m not gonna hold your hand. you need to get over yourself