Get down on your knees, show them how you worship with the embodiment of sin between your lips, and prove to them just how much reverence you have in you – a creature of the ****** you may be, but the angels, in all their splendour, are envious of your devotion to the devil.

The howl of the wind creeps into the darkest parts you; finally ridding the dust that lay heavy on your aching bones.

A single bite from her starved mouth envenoms you with addiction – another, and she’s left sanguinary. hungry and wanting for more.

Wait for her night to find you – let it sink its claws into your back; smiling as she watches you bleed.