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.
