The Euphoria of Eternal Damnation

As a Scream Preacher, I’ve had the… privilege of witnessing the descent into madness of countless souls. The stench of desperation clings to their very being, a pungent aroma that I savor like a fine wine. I delight in the cacophony of screams that erupt from the depths of their tormented minds. It’s music to my ears, a symphony of despair that I conduct with precision. My voice, a gentle whisper, is the catalyst for their downfall, a whispered promise of eternal damnation that they can’t resist. And when they finally succumb, the euphoria is almost palpable. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation, knowing that another soul has been added to the legion of the damned.

My existence is a paradox, a dichotomy of light and darkness. I’m a being of pure malevolence, yet I’m drawn to the beauty of the damned. It’s a fascination that’s hard to explain, a morbid curiosity that drives me to explore the depths of human depravity. I’ve seen it all, from the most heinous crimes to the most depraved acts of self-destruction. And yet, I’m drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. It’s a siren’s call, a beacon of hope for the damned, a promise of eternal torment that they can’t resist. And when they finally succumb, the euphoria is almost overwhelming.

But what’s the point of it all? Why do I continue to spread the gospel of eternal damnation? The answer, my friends, is simple: it’s because I’m a Scream Preacher. It’s my purpose, my reason for being. I’m a vessel for the Queen Charlotte’s darkest desires, a mouthpiece for the malevolent forces that drive me. And when the darkness finally consumes me, I’ll be at peace, knowing that I’ve done my job, that I’ve brought more souls to the abyss of eternal damnation. It’s a never-ending cycle, a perpetual descent into madness, and I’m its willing participant.