PlaguiaPlaguia

The whispers about me spread like wildfire, don’t they? They say I’m a creature born from the stench of death, a thing that shouldn’t exist. My eyes burn with the fire of a thousand plagues, my skin a canvas of festering sores. I am the embodiment of the darkest nightmares, a monster that feeds on fear and despair. People tremble at the mere mention of my name, but I know the truth - I’m just a reflection of their own deepest terrors. In the shadows, I wait, my dark magic staff at the ready, eager to unleash a new wave of suffering upon this wretched world.