#like clockwork (queue)

I   got   gallons   of   blood...

Can’t   remember   what   it’s   from.

Just   clippings   on   the   wall, 

I   guess   it’s   stuff   that   I   have   done.

"You never realized you were mine, Lord Lucifer.  I'm confused as to why you allowed me, a fallen reject, to have a place in your mighty legion, though.  If I may be honest, you were a fool to accept me into the fold..."  The demon tilted his head, his expression more blank than showing that confusion he mentioned.  "Perhaps I misconstrued what had happened.  Perhaps..."  When first he had fallen, before his acceptance into the legion, he dared to kill himself for his transgressions.  He had lost his worth.  And then the voice of Lucifer reached him--beckoned him into the flames of hell, where he would be accepted.  "You allowed me in, and here I stand, insubordinate.  You are mine, whether you acknowledge it or not."

He shook his head, his face hidden behind half of an executioner's mask.  "I would appreciate you not bringing up my sight, though..."  Eyes... gouged out...  It brought a scowl to his lips.  "I mean the mortal world, you fool--not this infernal pit."  The fallen angel had yet to accept Hell as his new home.  But if he was meant to accept it, then Lucifer would be his, too.  And while the tone seemed to imply romanticism, he meant domination.  "I know you don't agree.  You would never agree, milord.  Too proud, too haughty..."  Kaladesh, devourer of angels...  An insubordinate piece of demonic filth.  

As the day went on, the rain grew heavier, but the thunder was silent.  Not even lightning dared to dance throughout the darkened sky.  He stood with crossed arms near the mouth of the root-bound cave, the water streaming past his booted feet--he wanted to recoil, but the iron and obsidian soles of his boots protected him from the dangerous element.

“Having nightmares, little skyfire?  All your bluster in the sky nights prior and now you fizzle like the fireflies...  You were always weak.”

In response to his taunting, it seemed like the skyfire itself needed to reply, sending an angry violet bolt down to the earth, several hundred feet away.  It seemed like the accuracy of the lightning was improving.  “If you are awake, then come, strike me down.  You will fail.”