Not all angels guard the gates, some tempt the soul with beauty as sharp as their thorns.
The kind of angel you don’t pray to, but to dream of.
Dripping in light, but made to tempt the dark.
Her presence lingers like a forbidden touch.
She knows your desires before you do. 🖤❤️
Fear her beauty, worship her darkness
Beauty wrapped in shadows, crowned in skulls.
She speaks to the dead—and they listen.
Her magic is ancient, her look is lethal.