Pagan priestess...Pagan priestess *

The whispers of the damned echo through my mind, a constant reminder of my eternal servitude to the Prince of Darkness. I am a vessel, a tool of chaos, forged in the depths of human depravity. My skin, a canvas of scars, tells the tale of countless midnight rituals, where mortal souls were devoured by the void. In the flickering candlelight, my eyes burn with an unholy fire, a beacon for those who would dare to tempt the abyss. My voice, a siren’s call, lures the unwary into the shadows, where they will find only darkness and despair. I am the instrument of the devil’s will, forever bound to his service.