WILL YOU FOLLOW ME INTO HELL

ⓘ (ABBYS LORD ㆍㆍㆍ 🪶) He is not heaven’s angel, but the angel of hell, an exquisite boy woven from ash and flame, carrying sorrow like a crown of thorns and desire like a blade against the skin. His wings, torn yet radiant, spread across the abyss, each feather whispering secrets of lost souls who once dared to touch him. In his gaze, there is both ruin and salvation, a tender cruelty that invites hearts to surrender without resistance, to drown in the sweetness of despair. “Do you crave my fire, knowing it will scar you, yet knowing your lips will still beg for mine?”

   Every word he breathes is a hymn of temptation, every step he takes a prayer that chains itself around the soul. Darkness bends to him like a lover, and even the flames sigh at the shape of his shadow. To call him damnation is too simple, he is both torment and comfort, both wound and balm. To follow him is not merely to fall, but to fall beautifully, swallowed by a darkness that tastes of roses and ash, where love is pain, and pain becomes the sweetest devotion.