"mercy is not given to sinners."
beatrice was the epitome of perfection. carved by the gentle hands of god himself, with too much precision. from every golden strand of hair set upon her head to the very varied shades of pink and rose that is splotched upon her plump lips. her faintly tanned clear skin, kissed by the rays of the balled up fire dawning upon the whipped clouds of the skies. her halo, that radiates the brightest glow known in heaven, positively blinding every heavenly being that sets their eyes upon the angel. and her wings that look like they are absolutely dripping with honey to the tip. the only fault is with her indomitable curiosity about what lies under the place of felicity. And it doesn't even touch the spectrum of innocent inquisitiveness. It is with her deepest desire to mingle with the begrimed creatures of the purgatory, and hell itself.
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Fanfictionsinning is always sweet angel!trixie x demon!katya ongoing. smut, displays of violence
