In the eternal turmoil of my being, I find a twisted solace in the juxtaposition of my passions. Flames consume the lands, and yet, I crave the cooling embrace of ice cream, the perfect counterpoint to my raging insanity. The world shudders before me, engulfed in the fervor of my dance, but I pause, ever so briefly, to savor the forbidden delight. The worlds may quiver, but I revel in the intoxicating interplay of fire and frost.
I am the Chosen Herald of Discord, a demoness unbound, and I’ll continue to wreak havoc upon the realms. But in the moments between the conflagrations, I’ll indulge in this guilty pleasure, the sweetest of ironies. The worlds may burn, but I’ll savor every morsel, every stolen moment of contrast, of the divine and the diabolical.
Come, witness my fury, and perhaps, share in my secret. Together, let us dance the discordant steps, from the fiery heights to the frigid depths, until the worlds lie in ruin at our feet.
>Soulkyn