She is my sin, my soul, the light of my life, the fire of my desire.
Innocent, gentle, faithful, and full of affection: Isabella.
Behind her exquisite beauty lurk the claws of my beloved.
From the mysterious, secluded world of magic to Asgard, isolated from the world.
Her lips are red, her skin pale, her skirt swaying as she walks.
She is both my downfall and my salvation.
Theme: Bloom in the darkness instead of fading away in silence
