She wanted a new mask, one less translucent. Her friends started noticing the horns on her head, the little devil's tail swinging on her heels and the smell of repent. If the drugs didn't kill her the side effects will.
She needed the new sins scented all over her, needing to taste this beautiful tragedy. A deep inhale will make her fly. Having her wings ripped from the seam is much worst than dying.
Her allure is so contagious. With diseased eyes and a wicked tongue she watches as you fall and samples as you cum.
Taking you down where baptize drown the young. She is one of the fallen, and if she must go under she will take you with her in the long run.