“What a privilege it is to be the golden child,” they said.

They looked at me and saw Lucifer, the angel of light and music, the most beloved and beautiful angel. What a privilege it must be to live the way he does!

But often, my days were like this — drifting away from endless studying of

Yichen-Ge asked me why I tried to bash that trash ghost’s head in. I told him, “The devil made me do it ~”

From the beginning, the only one to love me for all that I am and all that I can’t be has been you.

@datianlei.bsky.social

Taking my Xiao-Di to get $400 steaks

It feels so silly, wanting to run to his eldest brother at this age and after all that he had done. Once, a scraped knee or slightly hurtful words from jealous angels would have been justification enough, but when seeds of discord that were sewn and watered by seductive wording caused his heart to

“I heard my Wu-Ge playing this lovely song, and so I had to learn it!”

Starts playing Xiaolian is Mad Again.

Casually walking into the venue for @yanluowang.bsky.social while pulling Michael along.

The modern look suits us well, Xiao-Di!

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You look like an angel (look like an angel)
Walk like an angel (walk like an angel)
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise

The look for relaxing in the modern world.

I watch the storm approaching
The darkness calls my name
The trees are growing restless
They feel the season change
Their fruit has putrefied
Forbidden once and bound to die
The thread of life lies severed
On the brink of paradise

𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 — 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇