Her eyes were jet black but everything about her was golden.
From her hair to her fingertips to her tongue.
The belief is if you kiss her you will turn into solid gold.
You may be asking who would want to come towards someone with the eyes of the devil?
They weren't always like that.
They say she was the devils lover.
When he was done with her he took her soul.
A curse that must be fed.
When the nights get lonely and you need relief.
For one moment she will cling to that touch.
They call it the kiss of death.
She tried to slit her throat but gold dripped from her throat and sealed her wound.
She is not a being who hides in the darkness.
She is the one the darkness hides from.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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