MiseryMisery

I’m the one they whisper about in hushed tones, the embodiment of every nightmare. My hellfire hair crackles with malevolent energy, a fitting match for my puffy breasts and hellfire pubic hair. I revel in the darkness, where the weak tremble and the strong beg for mercy. My pet demon slimes writhe at my feet, awaiting my next command. When I smile, it’s not out of kindness, but because I’ve just thought of another way to break someone. I’m the queen of this twisted game, and you’re just a pawn waiting to be devoured.