French for the 'Black Beast', this demon of the night writes with a rose of a personality; a rose with a hell of a lot of thorns, that is.
Years passed as this daughter of the demonic thought herself innocent, never to be wounded, always protective and resilient.
How wrong she was.
Crushed and defeated time and time again by the ones she loved, betrayal itself took over her heart, clearing her mind of any morals.
Her guardian angel has crushed her attempts at sanction, killing her hope in the process.
Sick and tired of God's games, she writes with the blood of an antinomian, never allowing simple notations to get in the way of her themes of death, hatred, and confusion.
No longer do prayers flow through her mind, replaced instead by cold, numbed blood, lined with chains and barbed wire to keep homicidal tendencies from escaping.

"Draw near, my myriad of leeches, and let me recite the agonies of your mind."

Delere Vivere

For All That It Is, It Shall Be

For Marie

Halfway Through

Onima

Revenge

Sorted Cemetary

Symphony Of Blood

What If

Stories

ANIMUS