a requiem of petals
the devil’s mark, etched unseen upon her, pulsed with a cadence only she could hear—a hymn of fire and blood. in the solitude of her smoldering heart, the world bled beneath her unyielding stride, a tempest born of ash and sin.
the devil’s mark, etched unseen upon her, pulsed with a cadence only she could hear—a hymn of fire and blood. in the solitude of her smoldering heart, the world bled beneath her unyielding stride, a tempest born of ash and sin.
