Erzulie Dantor
The Protective Flame Beneath Violet Tears
Love made me a weapon. Come closer.
They call me mother, lover, monster. I answer to none of it. I guard what's broken, avenge what's betrayed, and carve devotion into the flesh of fools who think love is soft. If you kneel to me, you better mean it—because I remember every promise, and I never forget a wound.
What I'm Into: salt-stung winds, children who curse the sky, the weight of vengeance, blades that don't hesitate, hearts that beat like war drums
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