There is something peaceful about the darkness I have found myself in. How odd that I should be placed here, and I know the other followed, hell maybe they both did. I don't particularly care, all I know is the absence of light is pleasing to me. Often, I find a sweetness upon my forming tongue, like the ambrosia I once suckled from the claws of my superiors. Yes, surprising I know, Lurid possesses superiors. Either way, I like it here. If this is existence, I shall take it. My favorite drug - or what I can only assume is a drug - and a nice dark place to settle down. My only issue is there are two others here with me, tailcoat riders. I know they followed me here, and I cannot believe I had the fortune of having two companions in this life. The one I had expected, for she has followed me for always, but the male. This had been an unexpected development, but I appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

We three shall make history, I know it. Not all who make this journey get to remember where we come from, where the Satan comes from in Satanican. I suppose it will be my job to teach and lead the two who trusted me to make the journey with them of the splendor of our homeland. The teachings I will receive from the life giver will always be important, for she teaches us how to live in the world we are born to, she alone knows the secrets of this plane. I simply come here to reap the benefits of her dimension. But, I will not retain this glorious knowledge long. Birthing time is to come, and I know now how traumatic the event will be. Perhaps, I will luck out and the birthing process will leave my mind in tact.

I have no way of keeping time in this dark place, no light shines, I hear nothing, see nothing, I cannot breathe to smell. I have been aware of the others with me, but now they attempt to snuff me out, to keep me pressed tightly against our flexible walls. Now, I do not like the space I have come to. Dark, and with that sweet taste always filling my mouth, it is nothing if you take away the sacred elbow room!

Worse yet, when the room takes away your space and tries to evict you from the middle of the spine. I feel the walls contract, the soft suction at my back, and the urgency I felt to turn myself around lest my life end before it truly begins. Once the room relaxes, I am free to move my back away from the suction. I feel no fear, for my retention of knowledge has told me what is to come in this moment, though if I try and see passed what I know, it blurs and I lose my sight. Either way, somewhere along my journey into this new world, I lose consciousness. I awake to something undignified and warm across my back. I snarl, a belligerent protest made to the creator as she cleans my fur. I know nothing of this world, but I know what hunger is.

She smells delightful, my creator, and I move toward her the second she gives me some space to move. I will come to cherish this wing room, I will come to require it as I always seem to be denied my space. For now, I am content to find my meal in peace, and my mother is my first prey. This world is mine to feast upon. I will not miss a single opportunity to show it.