I see the corrosives of 'Hell' rub some souls the wrong way. But go on. Retract your hands swiftly as you sense your Arbiter frowning upon you.

You should know though, that your hypocrisy is unsustainable. Go about ignoring your blatant cognitive dissonance. Blaspheme the heart of existence. Trample over the codes of growth.

Represent Ruin to the best of your capability, all the while reaping the benefits of the delight you debase to temporal confinement.

You fly with fear. Doesn't that sound dangerous?




Eh, bred for the slaughter.

As you wish.