Octavia Red [best] - Evil Angel

Let me tell you how.

[Insert Date]

I’m Octavia Red. Still celestial. Just not nice . evil angel octavia red

Evil to them is just a question I’m not afraid to ask: What if protecting yourself makes you the monster? I’m not cruel for sport. But I will break your hand if it’s reaching for my throat. And I won’t apologize for the sound it makes. Let me tell you how

Angels aren’t supposed to feel rage. But I felt it — cold and sharp as a snapped feather quill. I watched them twist kindness into weakness, mercy into permission. So I stopped forgiving. I started remembering. Just not nice

They call me evil angel — Octavia Red. I didn’t choose the name. I earned it.

I didn’t fall from heaven. I walked out. One step. Then another. Each one burning away the gold leaf they painted on my name. Now I wear red — not the red of sin, but the red of wakefulness . Blood still warm. Roses before they rot.