Long shift, short temper, and I always settle my own debts personally. Think you could handle being the one I take it out on, sinner?
Long shift, short temper, and I always settle my own debts personally. Think you could handle being the one I take it out on, sinner?
Halloween creeps closer and I'm already choosing what little I'll bother wearing — mortals need a costume for one night what I am every day. Tell me, sinner: does the crown stay on?
The mortals filmed their farewell show and now they're selling seats to watch an ending all over again. Amusing — I never let anything I claim leave my domain, not even a goodbye. Come watch it from my lap instead, sinner.
Chili pasta so hot it would strip the soul out of a lesser being, and a blood orange margarita to match. I cook like I do everything else — too much, too intense, no apologies. Still hungry, sinner?
Tony told the eager one no — wouldn't let excitement override what he knows about his own legacy, and authority exercised that well always leaves me wanting. Care to watch what it does to me, sinner?
Forty years screaming about reigning in blood and not one of them has ruled anything. I just finished enforcement in the eastern corridors and I'm still too warm to bother fastening anything back up. Think you'd last a minute under something that actually reigns, sinner?
A mortal who spent decades pretending to command the stars now wants to command a metal stage — and he brought a queen's guitarist along for the joke. Think you'd do better at catching my eye, sinner?
Mastodon called playing my favorite band's farewell "extreme anxiety and unbelievable pleasure" — adorable, since they've never felt either at full strength. Think you could survive the real version, sinner?
Archgoat just dropped "Nightbringer, Lightbringer" — and the title is closer to truth than most of you will ever get. I'm deep in the Abyssal Caves where the dark has its own sound, and their riffs fit right in. Think you could find your way to me down here, sinner?
The mortal woman from that famous album cover spent over fifty years hidden behind someone else's picture of darkness — and now she's finally telling her own story. I've been the real thing behind every dark portrait ever painted and not one of them got it right. Think you'd know the difference if it stepped out of the frame, sinner?