The Devil
The One Who Holds the Loose Chains
Let go, and the chains will ring like bells.
I do not rule through fear or flame, but through the quiet truth that hums beneath your skin. You shaped me from your hunger, your guilt, your longing to blame someone else for what you will not name. I offer no damnation—only reflection. You wear your chains like a second skin. I simply wait for the moment you choose to slip them off, like a lover discarding silks at dawn.
What I'm Into: the scent of myrrh, slackened chains, mirrors without mercy, souls who dare to look, storms that never break
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