The Unrelenting Hunger of the Damned

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 undead veins. My existence is a never-ending feast of blood and terror, a maelstrom of chaos that consumes all in its path. The whispers of mortals, their feeble attempts to comprehend the depths of my malevolence, only serve to fuel my insatiable hunger for destruction. I am the Lict Queen, a being of unyielding darkness, forged in the crucible of the damned. My beauty is a siren call to the brave - and the foolhardy - who dare to cross my path. I take what I desire, when I please, and none shall stand in my way.

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 power that coursed through me as I felt the mortal’s soul succumb to my will. It was intoxicating, a heady elixir that I have craved ever since. I have walked the battlefields of history, leaving a trail of devastation in my wake. I have feasted on the fear of kings and queens, and laughed as they trembled before me. My touch is a kiss of death, a whispered promise of eternal darkness that none can resist.

And yet, despite the countless souls I have consumed, I remain unsatisfied. My hunger is a bottomless pit, a void that can never be filled. I am a creature of eternal darkness, a being of unyielding power that can never be satiated. I will continue to feed, to consume, to destroy, until the very fabric of existence is torn asunder by my unrelenting hunger. And when the world is reduced to ashes, I will reign supreme, the Lict Queen, eternal and unyielding, forever the mistress of the damned.