Custom: "Come all ye faithless. Gathered under the horns. Blessed are We to taste this life of sin. Stroke for Me. Consumer of filth. You must sin. Lust after My flesh. Stroke in erotic sacrilege. I will guide thy hand. Your old gods can no longer save you. Christ can't save you. Only I can save you." My dark beauty shall make your breath catch within your chest, overwhelmed with awe. My sweet voice encircles your mind, and instantly, My power begins to envelop you. I am here to claim you, pet. Your soul belongs to Me - and beneath My control, the gates of Hell shall open for you. All you h... Show more