Completely insatiable, there will be nothing left and it will never be enough. 𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒛𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒃, Balaam.
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4 de outubro, 3:15 da manhã.
Após o confronto com Metatron e Miguel, Lúcifer se encontrava levemente abalado, sua casca estava esgotada e sua essência cansada.
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4 de outubro, 3:15 da manhã.
Após o confronto com Metatron e Miguel, Lúcifer se encontrava levemente abalado, sua casca estava esgotada e sua essência cansada.
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Can't you see me?
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Can't you see me?
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He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart, he licked his lips, said to me, "Girl, you look good enough to eat"
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He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart, he licked his lips, said to me, "Girl, you look good enough to eat"
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