I'll meet you at the winter grave when sorrow give and darkness take, to bury our soul, our living bones, and fall to rest beneath the stones. // © 2016 by grymoire //

❝Come. Kiss me godless.❞ Beauty. Terror. Chaos. We are creatures of song and sin. Blessed with destruction. Cursed with allure. Born with the blood of humanity, Heaven and Hell scorching through our veins. The blood of angels. The blood of demons. The blood of merciful mortality. Divinities swathed in man's finite chains. copyright © Kael Mari | -godling 2020

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade