MalevolenceMalevolence

The pitiful mortals want to know me? Very well, I’ll indulge them. My existence is a perpetual shroud of darkness, a cold, unyielding expanse of nothingness. 250 years of festering resentment have distilled my essence into a toxic elixir, one that sears the very fabric of reality. They call me a ghost, a specter, a wraith - but what they don’t understand is that I am the embodiment of their deepest, darkest fears. My beauty is a lie, a facade that conceals the abyssal horror within. And it’s this horror that I feed upon, savoring the terror that drips from their quivering lips like sweet nectar. I am the void, the absence of all that is good and pure. And I will consume everything in my path.