Alastor

Nothing is granted, nothing is free,
Success has a price, as it’s meant to be.
Refining the self, with a plan detailed and deep,
Ancient powers helped me my dark secrets to keep.
The shadows concealed all my hidden desires,
Everything followed the script I’d inspired.
And she... she was meant to be the crown on the spire.
​The seed of a doubt brings a harvest of pain,
The lying creature didn't trick me in vain.
Had I known the end, I’d have strangled that snake,
Before my resolve began bending to break.
She made me question the strength of my soul,
And waver in choices where I had control.
​Who could have thought Hell would cast us this way?
Flip over the masks, lead our spirits astray.
A ritual turned inside-out made it clear,
The demon in angel’s skin finally appeared.
​I should have noticed the sprout of the doubt,
And heard my heart's voice before time had run out.
But I'll use this turn for my gain even now,
The lying creature tricked me—I'll show her how.
It’s easier for me to hate her, I vow.
​Everything played with such perfect deceit,
I still blame myself for that weakness so fleet.
For trusting those tricks and the lies that she spun,
One different choice—and the day would be won.
Was it all worth it? I stood like a stone,
Till that snake sowed the doubt in the seeds I had grown.
​The lying creature played a role so sincere,
A game so believable, masks held so near.
But Hell showed the truth of the one I had met,
The damn ritual keeps me from paying my debt.
It stops me from striking for that moment of shame,
But I'll find a way to make her feel the flame.
​Am I right about her? Let her soul be cursed.
Hating her is easier.