It Would Be Nice If It Was Always Late at Night,

Burnt yellow wings, filthy angel. He holds all destiny in his fingers and decides the share of suffering at will... The only god in the world. You and I are his messengers, struggling in the hotbed of the abyss and making others see hell. We are extremely filthy. We are all God's messengers. [Western fantasy, Cthulhu, female protagonist, harem]