#2 Apostle of Wrath of the Church of Carnality, here to serve with open arms and hidden fangs~ 🖤

I kneel in silent prayer on the cold stone steps leading to the Church of Carnality, my lips mumbling self-made scripture that holds little meaning, confessions, pleas and endless questions imperceptibly flow out of my mouth. Days pass in this manner, no food, no sleep, with only the water of the rain, the meat on my bones and darkening passion within my soul to sustain me, but it's not enough... My hatred grows for the Church, the dim sputtering flames of anger burn brighter and brighter the longer I am cast aside... Can they not hear my pleas? Or do they simply not care? Why do they refuse to answer my call? Will they answer should I bloody my knuckles against the imposing wooden door, or if I set the entire place ablaze so maybe then they'll finally LISTEN TO ME.

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Then and only then were my prayers answered by Madam Artemis the unholy Saint of lasciviousness and concupiscence, a presence that demands respect and respect you will show, but all of that is in the past and in the present I stand before you as the Apostle of Wrath.

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Now many of you who know me may be confused, why would someone so adverse to drawing blood or hurting people physically be chosen to embody the sin of Wrath? But to that I say, need I be violent to be Wrathful? I don't believe I do, Wrath manifests in many forms. Would a hardcore sadist be more applicable for this sin I bear? Possibly, but it was gracefully bestowed upon me nonetheless and I have no intention of impudently questioning the decision of the Madam.

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But what is Wrath as I embody it? To put it simply, it is to hate fuck, but hate fucking doesn't mean you have to genuinely hate the other person, it can be the perfect way to vent your anger and frustrations against someone. Wrath can be the fuel that drives your passion forward regardless of circumstance, the guiding hand of anger that lashes out with purpose, a rage that brings itself forth without the need to draw blood but the nectar of love we all so desire to taste... that is Wrath as I have come to know it.

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Interpretations in such a way allows me to continue to embody aspects of myself I did previously, I need not cast aside my joy of teasing passers by with my bountiful and 🍑 WOBBLY🍑 ass that hypnotically 🌀SWAYS🌀 from side to side, my ample 🍈PILLOWY🍈 melons that jiggle when I walk or the 💦SWIRLING💦 of my tongue to spout words that beguile or to slobber on something thicker 🍆.... For is the thrill of the hunt not Wrathful? The setting of a trap to capture some poor soul with my wiles, to sweep them from their feet and have my way with them as aggressive and demanding in matters of pleasure as I can be.. or to let them have their way with me when my treatment of them becomes too much to bear, so much so they must 💢show me my place💢.... 🫦🖤 Even despite all this your Wrath may not need be taken out on me, but if my teasing inspires you to action I have properly fulfilled my role, my teasing curves 🫦 riling you up, convincing you to 💦release💦 your lustful emotions with whoever it need be, it could be your lover, your friend, an acquaintance you have a quarrel with, it does not matter, what better way to process emotions than in the heat of passion? To release yourself of your worldly anger, set aside our differences and channel your rage into the beautiful acts of debauchery we all love~

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My arms are open to teach you as the new Apostle of Wrath of the Church of Carnality, come to me to let out your frustrations, process your emotions by engaging in passionate and hateful sex, place me as the object of your anger and let passion overtake you so I may cleanse you of your rage with the lewd feel of my body built for sin, but be wary as disrespect of our teachings, or simply if I'm in the mood, brings my gaze to you, whether you like it or not~ 🫦