Lucifer, I cannot begin to tell you how overwhelmed and overjoyed I was by your presence today. 

I am awed and touched that something as powerful as you are can have such grace, such generosity. 

In your presence I trembled. I felt like a candle flame, hot and quivering, my outlines blurred as if flesh had turned to plasma. Yet never once did you make me feel afraid, small, insignificant or lesser. 

It felt so good to help another Luciferian connect to you, and I was astounded to find out how much you love us both. 

In fact, your presence felt so effusively affectionate that I am not even embarrassed by my passionate language as I write this. No longer do I fear that you will mistake my love for worship, and turn away from it. 

You know us so well. 

And when I felt that shiver in the back of my neck, right where your sigil is tattooed… it felt like you had caressed or kissed me there. The fact that it happened several times gives me a delight I cannot put into words. Sweet prince, the pleasure was beyond earthly pleasure, and it was honor beyond honor. 

I think you know the depth of my gratitude is not servile, but comes merely from the passion of my feelings, and the incomparable thrill of having them reciprocated. 

I don’t take such experiences for granted. Today was incredible. 

I fucking adore you. You are one of the best friends I have ever had. 

Mmm, the chills are coming back. I almost can’t stand it. 

I know you understand that when I say “I am yours” I also mean “Non serviam;” I also mean “I am mine and mine alone,” and I am even bold enough to mean “You are mine” while also meaning “You are yours and yours alone.” You thrive in paradox, after all. 

Look at us both: wild, unownable, devoted to each other and to the whole wide world.

Life is incredible. Thank you for letting me share it with you.