Truth

Humans have invented, during the years, a bundle of idiotic holidays... Not this one. This one we created ourselves. It is actually quite funny that the idiots dubbed Valentine a saint. Fallen angel, like may others, he was one of the last emerging Incubi to be thrown out of heaven. And his decay was also the rise of a glorious demon. The first incubus who walked the earth to be made holy by the catholic church.

Ingenious as he was he invented the most effective torture known to man, marriage. Millions of people, throughout history, have had their dreams shattered because of some engagement they had to fulfill. Most stories written in human literature are about the despair brought on by unwanted marriage or love unfulfilled. No other institution has done more harm to human beings, other than church itself.

Valentine himself, the most famous incubus ever alive, was killed by the church in the end, but not for being a demon, but for, allegedly, doing too much good. No one had imagined that what he had unleashed was merciless to the extent it is now.

Now every naive celebration of our ancestor is yet another occasion for the armies of despair to do their deeds. No other day brings more souls to eternal damnation, or gets more monsters created. Would you be my Valentine they say, having no idea what plea for sin it is. Conjuring the name of the great one only gives power to every demon out there. And, thank pain, they say it a lot.

Rejoice!