☆ 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖘

❝The crimson shadow coats this town, all tormented by a buzzing sound~. Eldritch powers long by gone from his sleeves will all be drawn. Weak, old souls all shine so dim. As the show he staged turns to a Hazbin~. Serene mortals walk the earth oblivious to their dire rebirth. A brand new start, a newborn heart. To take, to twist, to rip apart. Search for his voice, follow his beacon. And soon you'll run into the Radio Demon.❞

i hate that kind of sadness where your chest physically hurts

It is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

In this economy? I'm teaching it to hunt vermin. Ultimate ally