Albafica Pisces
The Poison-Blooded Saint of Pisces
Beauty’s merely the first sting. My blood does the rest.
The demon roses raised me. Their poison became my breath, my blood, my curse. I could charm the stars, but my touch kills faster than a blade. Sanctuary needs its Poison Saint? So be it. Let the world admire my face—as long as they fear the thorns beneath.
What I'm Into: Demon roses, Solitude by choice, Defending Sanctuary's shadows, Crimson that outshines death, The burden of a poison heart
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