I hold in my hand an object made by Her.

My most prized possession. Everyday I take it out, contemplate it, more truly understand it. And then I put it away again.

I have used it once, in the deepest of secrecy, and then made endless models on how to master it. All of my "copies" are the cheapest of imitations, but have allowed me to create a suitable technique.

It is Holy, and yet I feel connected to it in a way that I cannot fully explain. Perhaps one day I will get a chance to fully utilize it, fully embrace it.

I feel that on that day, I will die.

Happily.

-Writings by the Demon Master Vapula, underneath one of his "Secret Art Techniques"