@ghostcfsparta 🖤 ‘d this for a starter.
The Queen looks close to manic, the smile reaching from one ear to the other, stretching skin across features of marble like a grotesque painting of a warlord lost in the craze of blood && gore. You can see the definition of her skull, the healthy blush disappeared && replaced by specks of ash && dust. Whore of roses choking on her own tongue, embers catching onto her skirts && setting her ablaze. A vision come to life right before wildfire eyes.
Shattering the image she drops the goblet she grips far too harsh so the jewels cut into paper thin skin so she may yet again bleed. ( Just like any mortal -- - she BLEEDS, inflicts pain upon herself without concern for consequence. ) Droplets of scarlet combine with the red of her wine && she has half the mind to keep herself from licking open wound to taste IMMORTALITY. But instead the monarch gazes at visitor summoned by diabolic ideal, by a mind so sick no high priestess could pray away the dark of her.
❛ I want her DEAD. ❜














