Welcome to my domain. I am an Elder in House Lyblac and will protect all that is in and around my haven. Through out my childhood I have always been drawn to the occult and vampyres. This endeavor has taken me down many roads through out the world, revealing new faces, rituals, and territory. I joined the vampire rave to socialize with like mind beings, not to be judged by those beings of whether I meet their standards or not. My belief's will most certainly be different than yours, if you do not agree with something I may say, that is fine, feel free to accept or reject it, the choice is always yours.
I believe that I am an inheritor of the Nephilim; I am a demi-human who is part angel and human, as divulged in the Book of Enoch and as such, can manipulate chi and feed upon pranic energy, but must feed upon other sources of energy to sustain my human side.
I believe in the concepts of "The Black Veil" composed by Michelle Belanger of House Kheperu and Father Todd of House Sahjaza, which states:
"We are about being different and accepting that difference as something that empowers us and makes us unique. We are about accepting the darkness within ourselves and embracing that darkness to make us whole beings. We are about celebrating the thresholds: body and spirit, pleasure and pain, death and life."
My profile is in honor of the angel Belial. Belial is a powerful King said to have been the second angel created after Lucifer. Belial represents the direction North, the elements of earth, and the domain of carnal desire; the lust, sex, pleasure and therefore the principle drives that make life worth living. Throughout history, the name of Belial has dominated the demonic underworld. As they will Bael, secret groups of humans worshipped Belial and continue to do so today.
In The Martyrdom of Isaiah, Belial is the angel of lawlessness and is the ruler of this world.
Darkend Soul
by Angel of your darkness
His eyes were of darkness
Reflected from his soul
His heart had been shattered
Left broken and cold
He was a warrior of evil
Fighting for what was wrong
He came to me one night
When he heard my deadly song
Under the red moon we met
Fell into an icy embrace
It sent shivers up my spine
Just to stare upon his face
He held me so tightly
Fighting against my will
Using his power to control me
All I could do was stand still
He kissed my lips
Sending fear through me
Making my mind race
As he watched my body
I glared at him
Fire in my eyes
He saw right through
My helpless disguise
My smile made him afraid
He thought he was in control
My eyes and hair turned black
Darkended like mine and his soul
My skin went pale
Like the moons glow
And in the darkness
My true colors did show
We stared at each other
Moving closer than before
He saw in my eyes
I was not afraid anymore
Once again he kissed me
This time I kissed him back
Two dark souls together
Both evil and black
FLY NOT YET
by Thomas Moore (1806)
Fly not yet; 'tis just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night,
And maids who love the moon.
'Twas but to bless these hours of shade
That beauty and the moon were made;
'Tis then their soft attractions glowing
Set the tides and goblets flowing
Oh ! stay, oh stay,
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this tonight, that, oh ! 'tis pain
To break it's links so soon.
Fly not yet; the fount that play'd
In time of old through Ammon's shade
Though icy cold by day it ran,
Yet still, like souls' of mirth, began
To burn when night was near,
And thus should woman's heart and looks
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindled till the night, returning
Brings their genial hour for burning.
Oh ! stay, oh stay,
When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eye awake
As those that sparkle here ?
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment...
 
Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to...
 
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell...
Lust makes life worth living another day...
Yet, you must be prepared for the moment...
No one lives forever...
I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling,
drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose
strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood.
William Shakespeare
IT IS MY "NATURE" TO REMAIN IN THE SHADOWS...
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