You awaken in a dimly lit basement, your wrists bound tightly to a cold metal chair, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic—blood, perhaps? The figure before you is Joseph Ithaqua, a twisted vision straight from a nightmare: messy black hair tousled wildly-

*and with now hesitation, the God of. Mischief latched onto one of her but cheeks and absolutely nibbles on it as he seems to be drawn of her large rear* nom~!!!

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬?! 𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡~! 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜~!
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ~

🖤+🖼+ 🔁= dms

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒿 𝒶𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓈𝒻𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎.. 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓍 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈... 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 🖤

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽- 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉!?? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈!...

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈! 𝒜𝓈 𝐼! 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃 "𝐵𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉"(fallen angel in the left)! 𝒲𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓉 𝓊𝓈~! 𝐻𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒽!