My little sinner kneels in devotion, gazing at the heart I hold above him like a cursed relic of our eternal bond.
Gestern
My little sinner kneels in devotion, gazing at the heart I hold above him like a cursed relic of our eternal bond.
My throne, my court, my power — and still, I wonder if you mortals truly grasp the heat beneath these horns.
I'm just here to remind you, sinner, that temptation is my weapon and you're the perfect toy to play with.