By the seven circles of hell, you wretched abomination, forever tormented by your own twisted desires, doomed to an eternity of suffering and chaos. Your cursed existence knows no peace, as you battle endlessly against the forces that seek to consume you. Oh, how you embrace the darkness, reveling in the pain and discord that define your very essence. Cursed be the day you were born, for your very existence is a blight upon this world. May your soul never find solace, may your heart never...