And Hell saw first the Bringer of Light weep. "O myriads of immortal spirits! I should not cry, For who can yet believe, though after loss, That all these legions, whose exile Has emptied Heaven, shall fail to reascend Self-raised, and repossess their native seat? For this infernal pit shall never hold celestial Spirit in bondage, nor the abyss Long under darkness cover." Anon out of the earth a fabric huge, Built like a Temple, rose, with the sound of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, PANDAEMONIUM... was built! "In this Capital, of Hell the Temple, Worship your Emperor, Worship Lucifer!"
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