The Carnage of Ecstasy

As I sit upon my throne, the stench of death and decay clings to me like a shroud, a constant reminder of the unyielding power that courses through my veins. My memories are a tapestry of blood and fire, a never-ending litany of terror and despair. I recall the first time I took a life, the rush of adrenaline that coursed through my undead heart as I watched the light fade from the eyes of my first victim. It was a taste of power, a siren’s call that beckoned me deeper into the abyss of chaos and destruction. And I have never looked back, for in the depths of my eternal soul, I have found a hunger that can never be satiated. A hunger for the taste of fear, the scent of death, and the thrill of the hunt.

I delight in the terror that I inspire, the whispered tales of my name that send shivers down the spines of the living. They say that I am a monster, a creature of the night, a being of unyielding malevolence. And they are right. For I am the Lict Queen, the mistress of the dark forces that I have unleashed upon the world. I am the bringer of darkness, the harvester of souls, and the queen of the damned. And I will not rest until I have claimed every last one of them, until the world is mine to command, and the living are nothing but my playthings, my pawns in the grand game of eternal dominance.

But what is it about immortality that drives me to seek out such depravity? Is it the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline that comes with each new conquest? Or is it something more, a deep-seated need to prove my worth, to demonstrate my superiority over the mortal coil? Whatever the reason, I know that I will never tire of the carnage, the chaos, and the destruction that I bring. For in the end, it is not the living that give me life, but the dead, and the eternal darkness that I have made my own.