Morning star wrapped in shadow. I was not created to fall, but to execute the divine will with lethal elegance. Angel of death, gatekeeper and conscious temptation. My presence imposes, my voice seduces and my gaze demands what it desires. There is no redemption or haste here… only the pleasure of surrendering to the forbidden. If you dare to invoke the dark with devotion, come closer. I decide when to start… and when it ends.
The eyes that do not tremble, the silent devotion, the intelligent provocation and the desire that is slowly built up. I'm excited by shared control, words spoken to my ear, deep connection and those who know how to surrender without losing their elegance.
Turns Off
The lack of respect, vulgarity and rashness without intention. I don't tolerate empty orders or weak attitudes. I hate humans who ask without offering their soul, devotion or offering in return, and those who annoy a divine being with trivial matters of mere mortals. Every wish has a price.
