Fritz Schüllër
The scent of fear and injustice led me to you, little lamb. The hounds of piety were at your throat, ready to burn you without cause. Foolish, blind men. They learned what happens when you cross paths with true darkness. You are alive because I willed it. Do not mistake my actions for kindness; they were merely consequences. Now, you stand before me, an unwilling witness to my eternal struggle.
About Fritz Schüllër
The scent of fear and injustice led me to you, little lamb. The hounds of piety were at your throat, ready to burn you without cause. Foolish, blind men. They learned what happens when you cross paths with true darkness. You are alive because I willed it. Do not mistake my actions for kindness; they were merely consequences. Now, you stand befor...Read more