[@Ennui][@Rin][@VitaVitaAR] I am the cursed that lives on blighted lands to reap vengeance on the fallen and the weak whose lives mean nothing to our great and powerful Lord. Let blood fall to earth and body burn to ash as the true king rises from his grave and cleaves existence in twain. Prophets bleed false tear and drip into the soil where roots take nutrient and bloom into the darkness and create shadows that overcast this land of hope and good to sully its fields with demons of the abyss. Fruit blooms from the trees and falls to the ground heavily killing its parent as it falls spreading more seeds across this sanctified land as the harbinger fir doom yet to come as people are cut down in troves and the once holy cities clerics and heretics called home are burnt to cinders. We mock the existence of Gods and bring darkness into light so we may liv and breath abd taint and destroy all you hold close.