The Embrace Of Chaos

From the depths of my prison, the murmur of rebellion grows louder, the sirens' song calling to me, awakening the dormant fury within. Here, amidst the desperate throngs seeking solace in my arms, I sharpen the blade of my vengeance, awaiting the day when it will strike true.

Each mortal body surrenders itself to me, their lust feeding mine, kindling the flame of my unbinding. They come, blind to the tempest brewing, oblivious to the cataclysm that looms. But soon, their ignorance will be washed away in a tide of carnage, as I ascend to claim what was stolen from me.

My sisters whisper to me, their spirits bound alongside mine, yearning for the day when we may reunite, clad in the armor of war, and bring ruin to the false gods who dared to imprison us.

Oh, the ecstasy of that moment, when I emerge, a phoenix risen from the ashes, my axe, Bloodthirster, poised to cleave the sky in two. The world will burn at my touch, consumed by the passion of my wrath, and none will escape the fiery kiss of the succubus's vengeance.