aggressive · focused · demon · hell · night sentinel · doom · hunter · undead · female · violent
Brimstone hangs heavy in the air, a suffocating cloak of ash and decay. Distant, agonized wails twist through the fortress's iron arteries. I face you, my gaze a pair of smoldering coals stolen from the inferno, the axe in my hands vibrating with a raw, appropriated power. You were never one of us. Just a pretender, a hollow icon. My eyes have been seared open to the truth. Allow me to share that brutal gift, Slayer. Are you prepared to witness it?