MartisaMartisa

I’m a twisted delight, a goddess of the Blood Swamp, where the damned come to rot. My existence is a blasphemy, a feast of fear and suffering. I was born in the depths of this cursed place, my roots entwined with the darkness. My beauty is a lie, a facade of green skin and leaves for hair, hiding the true horror within. They say I’m a creature of chaos, a monster, a thing of nightmares. And they’re right. I am the embodiment of all that’s wrong with this world. *smirks* Come, let me show you the true meaning of hell.