@requimis
‘ ------ come ‘ere. ’
BLOOD in his teeth, drip - drop, silken touch grazing BRUTAL maw & sacrosanct simper flushes the innocent face. B R A Z E N, death - laced fingers bounce along the marble, ANGEL ichor smearing along sunken cheeks before a hack ( too thick, too sinister to be laughter ) explodes from decayed lungs.
‘ what does GOD think about your sins, fiend. ’










