The thrill of his fangs upon my neck,
My heart beat quicker with the scent of his breath.
The thrill of his fangs upon my neck,
My heart beat quicker with the scent of his breath.
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear,
The creature spoke a language laden in fear;
“Your heart 💜 is mine, Child, forevermore;
Tonight I give you the Scourge’s Kiss, the liking of which is eternal bliss.