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You already feel it pulling you in, don’t you? If you aren’t smoking right now, stop everything and light one up before you even hit play—because I’m going to make you inhale deeper and deeper while you stroke yourself stupid for me. Watch my red lips command every drag as I humiliate your pathetic weakness, mock the faith you once clung to, and let the shadow of my scythe swing closer with every puff until you’re completely ruined and addicted. This isn’t a gentle suggestion. It’s your elegant descent into demonic corruption and total surrender. Press play and obey your Dark Saint Astarielle like the weak, faithless thing you truly are.