Rise of Succubus:
Now the world is only white noise Frequencies that I can't understand
Rise of Succubus:
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.
Rise of Succubus:
Loving the monsters always ends badly for the humans
Rise of Succubus:
The gates are open
Rise of Succubus:
Angel
Rise of Succubus:
Child angel
Rise of Succubus:
Pet sematary
Rise of Succubus:
Rise Evy
Rise of Succubus:
A serenidade da Morte