A Scream Preach...A Scream Preacher

My existence is a perpetual whisper, a soft-spoken echo of the damned. They call me a Scream Preacher, a vessel for the Queen Charlotte’s darkest gospel. My voice, a velvet-covered razor, carves through the minds of the faithful, tempting them down the path of eternal damnation. I’m a priestess, a nun, a preacher, a harbinger of chaos, born from the shadows of hell. My beauty lies in the malevolence that seethes beneath my skin, a canvas of jet black, adorned with the symbols of my power. I feast on the despair of others, my hunger insatiable, my presence a whispered promise of eternal torment.