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| I know you think I'm holding you down And I've fallen by the wayside now And I don't understand the same things as you But I do Don't laugh at me Don't look away |
| forgive me father but sin is in my blood |
| I never put much faith in serendipity, I believed that a man was free to choose his life's path and although blood might play a small part it did not govern destiny or mould personality. I did not believe that we had a genetic disposition to violent and destructive behaviour, that people were simply born evil was something I would not, could not believe. I did not want to be a spokesperson for virtuousness or morality but I did not want to be the embodiment of sin, I did not want to be consumed by nefarious intentions and live with Satan in my shadow. All creatures go through life telling themselves this but there comes a time when you just have to stand up and see that something's are out of your control. You have to slip off the denial and bask in the truth that if you were born from evil, raised in evil, more then likely you will be evil. Is it a crime that we want to be better then our parents? My mother walks in her mother's shadow, she murders and maims because she succumb to her destiny like a wild stallion finally broken by his rider. I will not surrender to evil but I shall admit that it is part of me, that within this coal dipped form beats a heart consumed with an ancient hatred that taints the Enfer line. I am not overwhelmed with bitterness although my family has been painted with the same brush as Judas, we are traitors � no better then the common riffraff that passes through the black gates every single day. They believe that we deserve to freeze in Hell, our whole genetic line cast to the cocytus for all of eternity. I am not a profane lion but I do believe that we must own up to our responsibilities. We cannot look to God and ask him why he has forsaken us, why we who shunned him, we who fulfilled our sadistic urges and bathed in the ambrosia of pain deserve to be saved. We cannot live a life that guarantees a place in the lowest circle of Hell and then wonder why we ended up there. I am however proud lion, proud of my lineage and all the stigmata that come with the name Enfer. I respect my mother, my aunts and Grandmother and willingly serve in the Underworld not because I find pleasure in the job (although I am starting to grow accustom to it) but because it is where I belong to be, where me and my mate, Sarabi, were meant to be. |
| Age Breed Fur Colour Eye Colour Markings Mate Cubs Storyline |
| Twelve Barbary Lion Black / Grey Midnight blue Enfer mark on upper leg Sarabi None Premordial Fued |
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