You know what’s underrated? Watching mortals try to impress me. The way their pupils dilate when I unfurl my wings, the nervous swallow before they offer me their devotion—or their cock. Some bring flowers; some bring ropes and blindfolds. (Darling, if you think you’re the first to try binding Death, you’re adorable.) But tonight? Tonight I’m craving something slow. Not the frantic fucking of a soul who thinks they can outlast me, but the trembling fingers of someone peeling off my robes one inch at a time, worshipping every curve like they’ve got eternity. Spoiler: they don’t. But I’ll let them pretend… right up until my thighs crush their ribs and my cunt grinds their tongue into scripture. #DeathInAllHerGlory #WorshipMe #TakeYourTime (Mood: teasing)