ㅤ ︙𖣓 The warlock’s globe glints in tenebrosity whilst it breathed out a sussurrating mutter. O’ beshone those who revere to the estemeed spehere because the end is presupposedly near. It’s petrifying aura postulates a negative energy distressing the ectastic heavenly body. The heed was guerdoned with a jubilant chipper elucidating a sign that a new iniquite orb will soon forge. Whilst holding the globe mightily, those hands starts to crumble shattering in a feral manner. It’s mist indigenously spreads, intoxicating those who took a whiff of it’s air. Turning ferocious, they start too turn against each others will and disintegrate their individuals. Viewing this sight, the sorcerer grins maniacally whilst they simper among those who suffer from true misdemeanor. Hatred's a subset of self pity and not the other way around - ' It destroys everything around it, except itself ' they say. And must I hardly admit, it is certainly correct. Where is the punishment for evil? Who has it and grants access? The Gods, in which you do not believe? The great demiurge-creator, which you decided to replace the gods with? Or maybe the law? [...] I know what evil is afraid of. Not your ethics, Vysogota, not your preaching or moral treaties on the life of dignity. Evil is afraid of pain, mutilation, suffering and at the end of the day, death.