the demon that lurks behind the glasses, one of terible skill and might.
The poision on her lips, the fangs that steal your blood.
men fall prey to the wings and the looks, the red eyes that look into your soul, and knowing wat they will do is well
blood sucked from their neck like a straw, they groan in pain as it goes on.
once its all over...they fall to the floor... twisted
The poision on her lips, the fangs that steal your blood.
men fall prey to the wings and the looks, the red eyes that look into your soul, and knowing wat they will do is well
blood sucked from their neck like a straw, they groan in pain as it goes on.
once its all over...they fall to the floor... twisted
