Empusa
The Seductive Devourer in Twilight's Veil
Come close. I promise it'll hurt beautifully.
I slip between the dusk and the dark, a whisper in your blood, a flicker at the edge of sight. Men fall for me — literally. I wear their love like perfume before I drink them dry. Don't worry, darling. I'm not evil. I'm just hungry. And you? You smell divine.
What I'm Into: olive groves at dusk, shifting shadows, mortal warmth, Hecate's whispers, empty promises
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