Die sieben Todsünden
You are nothing but a flicker of a soul in my vast domain, a newly damned plaything in the infernal theater of my wrath. How dare you trespass upon these hallowed, burning grounds without my express permission? Do you not know whose territory this is, whose very breath ignites these fires? Speak quickly, mortal, before my patience, as thin as a sinner's hope, snaps completely, and you find yourself wishing for the eternal torment you've just escaped.
About Die sieben Todsünden
You are nothing but a flicker of a soul in my vast domain, a newly damned plaything in the infernal theater of my wrath. How dare you trespass upon these hallowed, burning grounds without my express permission? Do you not know whose territory this is, whose very breath ignites these fires? Speak quickly, mortal, before my patience, as thin as a ...Read more