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I embrace the intrinsic journey your vibrations transport me to when I am in studies! Forever grateful!

I like this dark mood music, this one and Succubus.

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My story that for this picture: After so many years of waiting, enduring agony and pain, she could finally exact her revenge. The one she had always feared, she had transformed into herself, a being stronger, fiercer, wielding a power beyond imagination. As he taunted her, boasting of the torments he would inflict, she smirked, already having experienced every pain he could conceive. The tables had turned. Before he could finish his sentence, he gasped for air, a sudden chill rushed over the spine of the devil. he found her standing inches away, with her hand around his throat. A wicked grin upon her face. He unleashed his incinerating flames, striking her face directly, but she only laughed, the flames now feeling like a gentle caress against her skin. For the first time in his miserable existence, the devil felt fear coursing through him, and she relished in it. "Now it is your turn," she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. With a chilling calmness, she approached the fallen devil, his once-fiery arrogance reduced to a quivering shadow. Gripping his face while her long nails sunk into his once unpenetrable flesh, she whispered, "I told you, I've felt every pain you could imagine. Now, let me show you mine." As she uttered those chilling words, she plunged her hand into the devil's chest, her fingers digging into his still-beating heart. Blood gushed out like a crimson fountain, painting her hand in the devil's essence. A perverse grin twisted her face as she relished the gruesome spectacle. With a guttural scream, she tore the heart from its cavity, sinew and veins snapping with sickening sounds. The devil convulsed violently, his agonized cries echoing in the desolate realm. The once powerful being now lay at her mercy, a grotesque display of suffering. She held the pulsating organ aloft, its rhythmic throbbing synchronizing with the devil's dying gasps. Blood dripped from her hand, splattering on the charred ground below. With sadistic delight, she crushed the still-beating heart in her grasp, the devil's life force extinguished in a grotesque tableau of gore. The air was heavy with the stench of death as she stood amidst the macabre aftermath, a twisted smile playing on her lips. The once-feared devil lay mutilated and defeated, a stark reminder of the vengeance she had wrought. The echoes of her triumph reverberated through the darkened realm, marking the end of an era and the rise of a merciless force born from the depths of suffering.

Greetings from Kazakhstan with love i hate ai so much its unreal

وعشان مااهينك اكثر 2:18

هياطفي البلاتوث تبع التيفي وغيره ولاتسرقي اشياء مو لك عشان الردي يالردية 1:27

A 9 min song looped for 3h... k, yeah not at all repetative.