Yes ...I am a demon. There's no way I could understand my prey, a human's sense of taste. What I understand is...only the taste of a human's soul.
I do not need a thousand souls, I only need one, which is my master's.
Oh God, make me good, but not yet.
Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is the sweeter for the pain of loss.
Heaven? I don't have an affinity with that place.
You give up your future, lose your dreams, are stained with despair . . . Yet at the same time you shake off your past, fight reality, and never lose your nobility.