"I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial."

~George Sand

I am a sinner, of that there is no denial.

I have murdered countless people.

Manipulated even more.

Lied to the entire world.

Yet, even a worthless creature like me is able to find love.

Even then, that love is also sin.

For it is a sin to love another man.

I have been to hell so many times; it doesn't even faze me anymore.

But for the first time in my many lives, I fear hell.

Not for my own sake.

I know I have many one way tickets there.

Satan himself has a seat for me at his table.

No, I don't fear it for myself.

I fear it for my love.

He is so pure.

He should not have to suffer like this.

Should not have to bear the fires of hell.

As a Mafia boss, he has his share of corruptness.

But his greatest mortal sin is falling in love with me.

Another man.

And an illusionist no less.

A liar.

A simple liar.

If I had the desire, I could fabricate my hatred for him.

Could force him to hate me and push me away.

But I guess my greater sin is pulling him closer in my arms.

Devouring his lips like the hungry devil I am.

And feeling excitement when he moans my name in the satiny black of night.

If I lied like I always did and tell him I didn't love him anymore.

Well, that would make me even more of a sinner.

But my most mortal sin, is not being able to fabricate that illusion.

Even though I am entirely capable of it.

Sorry that this format is really different from what I normally write, but I felt that it conveys the sense that we're listening to a single, continuous train of thought as opposed to being broken up into sections and paragraphs.