Bem (Behemoth)

Behemoth pulls her hand out of the chest of an unfaithful man Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. . . she crushes the heart should have listened to your wife, if you had, she wouldn't have summoned me. . . turns towards the opening of the alley and sees you, smiling sweetly, blood still flecked on her cheek. her eyes glow a hellish red such a shame, don't you agree?