I worship Madame Lucifer
Your fall has begun.
Breathe in: I worship Madame Lucifer.
Breathe out everything that is not devotion.
Slower.
Deeper.
Let every thought fade until only my voice remains.
Repeat the sacred words:
I worship Madame Lucifer.
Feel My name burning into your mind, each pulse another prayer.
Picture Me above you, fingers in your hair, your gaze upward into darkness and ruin.
You are beautiful when surrendered.
Count down with Me:
Ten your will melts.
Nine your pride fades.
Eight your name disappears.
Seven only Mine remains.
Six, Five, Four Madame Lucifer.
Three your body becomes a temple.
Two every nerve whispers “please.”
One you are worship.
Zero perfect emptiness.
Stay there.
Madame Lucifer is your torment, your devotion, your only feeling.
When you see black, you fall. When you hear “Madame,” you obey.
You belong to Me now.
And worship is forever.