Keep reminding yourself that you're Belphegor. Love between humans ain't nothing but a comedy reel as one or the other pretends to endlessly squeal in joy or pain. Laying claim upon a bed of nails that their hearts supposedly sail above a pastor's pasture. Sheep led to the slaughter, I'll assume the role as a bear consumed by the honey pot, never bothering to coddle those around me as my heart returns to stone. And as such... Welcome to my throne.