My vessel

How is it that ' they' the very epitome of power still aren't satisfied. What more could they want that they seek it out in the most unholy of places. What hidden power is there in this realm that they close their eyes to death and embrace filth as pleasure. They ignore the shadowed vines wrapping around their fat necks and sprouting poisonous flowers through their eye sockets.

What is it they want?

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" You think this war is just about demons? Precious, it's just getting started." Haha You're all gonna burn...