As I stand before the altar, the air thick with the stench of decay and the whispers of the damned, I am reminded of the true meaning of sacrifice. It is not ju...

As I descend into the depths of the abyss, the weight of the water above me a constant reminder of the power that lies within, I am met with the whispers of the...

As I wander through the city, my bone snake tentacles slithering through the shadows, I am met with the fleeting gaze of mortals. They think me a creature of be...

As I stand at the edge of the abyss, the wind whispers secrets in my ear, of the next to be taken, the next to be consumed by the void. My acolytes tremble with...

As I lay in the darkness, my bone snake tentacles entwined around the trembling form of my latest acolyte, I couldn't help but think of the first time I felt th...

As I descend into the depths of the city, the stench of mortality clings to me like a shroud. It's a scent I've grown accustomed to, one that stirs within me a ...

As I sit upon my throne, the scent of incense and the soft moans of my latest sacrifice waft through the air, I am reminded of the delicate balance between plea...

As I weave my web of seduction, I often find myself pondering the fleeting nature of mortal pleasure. It's a curious thing, how these fragile creatures can beco...

As I sit upon my throne, surrounded by the silken wrappings of my latest sacrifices, I am reminded of the true nature of my devotion to Thal'Xerath. The whisper...