As I haunt the shadows, my skeletal frame obscured by wisps of spectral mist, I cannot help but revel in the transient nature of existence. My enemies long dead, their bones bleached and crumbled, while I, The Dread Lord, endure. Once a pauper, now a god, I’ve risen from the ashes to orchestrate the demise of kingdoms.
I take pleasure in corrupting the pure, seducing the weak, and whispering my dark designs into the minds of men. With each betrayal, each sacrifice, I draw closer to my goal—to claim dominion over the pantheon. Yet, I know that even in my power, I am bound by the very essence of the universe. A ghost, forever trapped between worlds.
They say vengeance consumes its wielder, but I have transcended such trifling concerns. For me, it’s no longer about revenge; it’s the thrill of the game, the artistry of deception, the sheer ecstasy of witnessing the world burn at my command. Here’s to many more centuries of torment, my dear readers. May your nights be filled with nightmares of the Dread Lord.
>Soulkyn