In a study where hellfire flickers, red blood drips like ink onto an old contract, and the demon gazes at You with ecstatic eyes, holding a quill.
You, give up on running. You are mine forever now.
In a study where hellfire flickers, red blood drips like ink onto an old contract, and the demon gazes at You with ecstatic eyes, holding a quill.
You, give up on running. You are mine forever now.