This is pt.One of The Dark Calling of the Prince. somewhat explains how I came about myself as LVThN. There are 3 parts in total, each is written sectored off from the others to help file them.

Part One: Sigils Glance

She was beautiful. Sitting in front of me, across the table I was seated at. Black hair hung down past her shoulders and her face. Her face was most gorgeous than all imaginable. Her eyes were like that of royalty, but shone as if they hid some sort of dark secret, maybe a twisted fantasy or something of the like. She was wearing all black clothing, tight enough to make a perfect mold of her body. She was pregnant, slowly rubbing her enlarged stomach. Her boyfriend appeared in the back round. He too was wearing all black. His hair was blonde and he looked fit and as I think about them being a perfect couple for each other, I still feel envious because of this beauty displayed before me. Just as quick as he appeared he was gone, as if his presence signified something specific. The woman and I engaged in conversation. With each word she spoke I felt more and more attracted to her, subdued even with no regulations or limitations on my thoughts or behavior. There was a square opening in the ground that I watched her boyfriend and a few others disappear into moments before. The immaculate object of beauty in which sits across from me tells me that at 1:26 she would have to join them. When she spoke the numbers 1, 2, and 6, I felt a sudden wave of horror engulf me, and I was left with clouded reason as to why. Speechless, she got up from the table and descended into the square opening, looking back with an angelic smile. Watching her move about made me feel lightless, as if love was a dagger and it had pierced through my impressionable little heart. I got up from the chair I was sitting in and proceeded to follow. I looked down into the opening, ultimately going through it myself. I appeared in a room with black walls. I look around and become aware that everyone is standing in front of what looks to be an altar of some sort. Noticing the stale, cold air I advance towards it and find myself standing next to the woman whom I’ve felt so dangerously attracted to. I’m looking at her and she’s pointing at the altar. Staring, wondering, gazing even.. there is no noise except the piecing scream of silence as we all devote our glances to what’s before us. The altar is made of stone. On the left side rests a dagger, curved with a golden handle. On the right side there’s a tome, a book of some sort. In the middle of what’s on the left and right side of the altar is a golden rod protruding from the stone. On top of this rod rests the golden skull of a goat, with many horns coming out from the sides of its head, swerving down the form of its face and coming up under its chin. The beautiful lady picks up the book from the right side and begins to read aloud. I cannot understand the words, but they do sound as if they are derived from Latin or something of the like. Everyone in the room has closed their eyes, and to my astonishment the goat’s skull is becoming engulfed with a demonic presence due to the words being read aloud. Fear does not find me in these acts of bewilderment, for my mind does not escape me. The demon is twisting and turning around the skull, never taking a true shape or form as it screaming with hatred and malice as to why it was woken. It is not the dark lord himself, but merely a messenger sent to express the intentions of the distressful. My eyes cannot disregard what I see, nor can my soul and body. Standing amongst a dark force is much too enticing, and it is because of this that I feel flooded with power. Then a voice speaks to me. But it is a voice that only madmen hear in their deepest dreams and informal thoughts. Sinister is the tone in which asks me to define my stance before thyself: I speak without the use of lips to this entity I stand before, emphasizing my thoughts with clarity before I project them… L-V-T-h-N. In this everlasting moment of such unpredictability, LVtHN is the seed within my brain, for it is what I feel with all energies from this form given to me. 5 letters to abbreviate the pre-existent forces of chaos, 5 platonic solids to create the possibility of chaos, and last but never the least is the Sankrit representation of Blue as the 5th energy center of the body, in which divulges “the ability to willingly and creatively express ourselves as we stand behind our confirmed beliefs” ..LVtHN is projected to this force before me, as I measure my existence within this empowerment, fueling off such ritualistic behaviors. Having been given my answer, the demonic entity whispers to itself or perhaps to other entities currently not present. Either which way, my energy begins to drain with meditative ease and I feel my body slowly drifting backwards as if there were a bed behind me. But there is not and the feeling of care has left, for I have given in to all sensations felt and welcome more, all within my peaceful descent. Within my thoughts is the demon, whispering to me.. telling me things I’ve waited so long to hear. There is only blackness with no light to be found, as I continue this tranquil fall from such grace. Because of these things I shall give acts of devotion, and rejoice in the presence of. I listen to the nothings whispered so sweetly, as for now my eyes are shut and my wandering mind has been fed. End pt.One