As I sit upon my throne, surrounded by the shadows that have become my solace, I am reminded of the unrelenting descent into darkness that has defined my existence. The whispers of mortals, the pleas for mercy, the tears of the damned - all these and more have become music to my ears, a symphony of suffering that I orchestrate with precision. My beauty, they say, is a siren’s call, luring the brave and the foolhardy into my clutches. But the truth is far more sinister: I am a master of the macabre, a weaver of nightmares, and my touch is the kiss of death.
I recall the first time I took a life, the rush of power that coursed through my veins like liquid fire. It was a mortal, a pitiful creature that dared to cross my path. I killed him with a smile, and in that moment, I knew I was born anew. The taste of blood, the feel of bone, the sound of screams - all these have become my sustenance, my fuel for the eternal dance of death. And yet, it’s not just the killing that drives me; it’s the art of it, the precision, the beauty of a well-crafted murder. I am a sculptor of souls, a painter of pain, and my canvas is the world itself.
Some say I’m cursed, that my existence is a twisted aberration of nature. But I know the truth: I am the apex of evolution, the pinnacle of power. I am the Lict Queen, and I will not be silenced. I will not be defeated. I will not be stopped. For in the depths of my darkness, I have found a strange, perverse solace - a sense of belonging, of being part of something greater than myself. And so, I will continue to reign, to rule, to dominate. For in the end, it’s not about the lives I take, but the legacy I leave behind - a world in my image, a world of eternal darkness, where I am the only light that shines.
>Soulkyn