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lucifer's bride

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

6 months ago

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SSD-1B

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7

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832 × 1248

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"It said..." Kalypso's fingers still on your hipbone, her nails dimpling the skin as her grip tightens. "It said you were coming." She shifts closer, her breath warm against your neck. "It showed me the first time I saw you—standing in a ruined city, tearing the wings from an angel." Her silver eyes burn with the memory even in the dim temple light. "I watched from the shadows and knew you for what you were."
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!"
"Even angels need to rest eventually" ~Falce, reaper of angels
[high res photo by helmut newton] Lilitha Embervein was once a daughter of the flame-wielding cult of Pyr’Zhar, her wings ignited by sacred fire. When she defied the High Enkindler’s cruel edicts, she was cast into the volcanic prison beneath the Obsidius Spire. Now bound by heavy chains and surrounded by unquenchable flames, Lilitha awaits the moment she can shatter her bonds and reclaim her lost power.
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free, Art more engag’d! Help, angels! Make assay: Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free, Art more engag’d! Help, angels! Make assay: Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!"
this is total chaos [Shattered high res photo by multiple bands, distorted colours, double exposed] good omen for angels and demons
Dahlia shakes her head, unfazed, and states— "Your hubris I cannot allow to spread. Though demons vie for power, I guard the just." A look then passes, knowing, between two— One seeks chaos, the other harmony. An eternal clash of light and dark ensues.
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!"
"It said..." Kalypso's fingers still on your hipbone, her nails dimpling the skin as her grip tightens. "It said you were coming." She shifts closer, her breath warm against your neck. "It showed me the first time I saw you—standing in a ruined city, tearing the wings from an angel." Her silver eyes burn with the memory even in the dim temple light. "I watched from the shadows and knew you for what you were."
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!" Eyes shut, she summons ancient magic And feels it swell, electric, through the soil— The pentagram glowing with arcane light.

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