They worship me as a God.
I am Chaos
I am Torment
Fearing my calls
Few bear the mark of my mercy and my love.
My compassion, my care
Few bear the mark and none who do not bear it are never safe
Blood ink seeps through their wounds
Blood ink
Few will face my mercy
Few will face my mercy
My father who stood above odds to defeat the devil before him, a sign of power and ambition that I forever admire. Passion and dauntlessness behind his scepter with the respect of his people before him
My beautiful mother who stood before her Fang Oppressors, rebelling against them left and right, a symbol of strength and wisdom, my heart and soul are given to her.
My sister the successor who will reign among all fiends and dark peoples, may she strike terror alongside me and fulfill all we are meant for
My brother the Inquisitor, sending me my way for my life's work, bringing darkness to Hades and beyond her borders.
These exalted ones are those you should fear, because where they are
I. AM. WATCHING.
YOU ARE READING
The Brood of the Mocker
FantasyPropechies foretell, The Devil and a Fae Chieftess would birth three, three beings of evil, hatred and pestilence. Fiends. Spawns of Hell, the prophecy tells of the nightmares the Brood of the Mocker will bring
