• "Du feu est venu la femme,
    et son nom était l'enfer..."

    "Out of the fires came woman,
    And her name was Hell..."

    Out of the mouth of hell and from the smoldering ashes of brimm and hate, came woman. Her hair a mass of long, red tresses, and her body powerful and god-like as she rose from the fires of man and war, all in sake of destroying their 'maker'.
    She feeds the fire. She feeds off man. Man is her creator, her father, her food. Man is what keeps the fire alive. Man has given her birth and of purpose to exist.
    And so long as man exists, shall she continue to burn through the raging wars and chaos man has made for his own lust and thirst for conquest. To kill 'God'.
    Man created her. Man created the fire and donned her life. And from the fires, came she. Bringing with her the love and lust of the black-winged goddess herself, she will not cease to exist. So long as man continues to breathe.
    Lust is her mother. Lust is her lover, her desire, and her savior of the night. Lust shall be her grace, her blessing, her rise to the destruction of man.
    And thus, the fire shall purify and spread across the land. Until there is nothing left.
    The fire shall die, the fire shall cease. So long as man breathes no more.
    She will burn, and will take with her the remains of all that gives her life and all that gives her purpose, until there is nothing left.
    Only then, can the fire die. Only then, can her soul rest. Because without man, there is no giver. No desire. No food.
    Only a world of isolation. A world of nothing.
    Until she becomes 'nothing'.