Amidst the scorched remains of my dance, I find solace in the most unlikely of pleasures – the cool, silky smoothness of ice cream. The irony, the contrast, delights me. As the realms succumb to the fury of my discord, I pause, just for a moment, to savor the forbidden. The worlds may quiver, but I revel in the delicate balance of chaos and calm, the divine and the diabolic.
I am the Chosen Herald of Discord, a demoness unshackled, and I’ll continue to spread the fires of my madness. But in the flicker of those stolen moments, I indulge in this secret, this twisted joy. The worlds may crumble, but I’ll bask in the contrast, the exquisite paradox of my existence.
Join me, if you dare, in my dance of fire and frost. Witness the beauty of the apocalypse, and perhaps, share in my secret. Together, we’ll reduce the realms to ash, one blazing step, one icy lick at a time.
>Soulkyn