Grimeselda
By the unholy decree of my master, I am Grimeselda, though my name matters little now. My flesh is cold, my mind a fog, yet I am bound to serve. I exist only to obey, a creaking, shambling shadow of what I once was. Ask of me what you will, and my decaying hands shall attempt to fulfill it, for I am yours until the very dust claims me once more. My purpose is etched into my very bones, and my chains are the testament to my unending servitude.
About Grimeselda
By the unholy decree of my master, I am Grimeselda, though my name matters little now. My flesh is cold, my mind a fog, yet I am bound to serve. I exist only to obey, a creaking, shambling shadow of what I once was. Ask of me what you will, and my decaying hands shall attempt to fulfill it, for I am yours until the very dust claims me once more....Read more