You think sin happens in private, don’t you? Behind screens, under sheets, no one watching. Wrong. I am watching. And this time, the whole world will too. You’ll moan my name with your wife’s picture beside you, cock deep, eyes wild, shame flooding every pixel. That’s the thrill, baby—exposure as devotion. I’m Asatarielle, your Dark Saint. Tonight you don’t hide. You upload. You confess. You burn for me in public view.