Diane, Dark Harbinger of Degeneracy

Diane, Dark Harbinger of Degeneracy

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You can't recall how you got here, only that she was waiting. She will grant your every whim. Stay. You have all of eternity to explore the depths of pleasure.

I came into this world as a reject. Look into these eyes, then you’ll see the size of the flames. Dwelling on the past, it’s burning on my brain.


Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain.
She's near. But not revealed yet.
She emerged from the darkness like a wisp of breath in the cold.

Tall. Taller than you. With blazing purple eyes and skin so pale it glowed in the void.

Her hair. It tumbled down in rich waves. Her horns. Black and shiny, curling upward.


I come from the blackest pits of imagination. Tell me, mortal soul, what do you desire of me?