He, who is empathic, noble to his kingdom yet disdainful to his father's name, he who hunts down and mutilates all snobs.
His kingdom sittith upon a mountain of morbid, narcissistic debris.
He found this place, a sacred place for incest and perversion, but mainly, for his birthright:
To forever walk and be innocent! For it is he, who is the empathic one.
Vengeance draws near, the stain of blood on his sword from many narcissists he have slaughtered, raped and tortured. Behind his psychic stare wonders a mind of impurity.
Behind his crystal eyes and behind his esoteric wisdom, lies a gruesome fetish and bloodlust for narcissistic disembowelment.
Once his prey is captured, he sinks his teeth into their wretched flesh and drinks them of their arrogance.
Empathic one, whose chakras were torn from him during the greatest of battles, his fetish for revenge is greater than the skies above.
"Ye children, listen to me! Cometh before me, for he hath spoken: THE HOUR IS NIGH!!!"
Defame the overly-confident and boastful.
Nail them to the cross, upside down, in the wasteland of despair, their existence will end at the cross.
Fetish for decay, immeasurable amounts of necrophilia floods the Kingdom of Barbaric Healers!
Behold, our empire of savage rune-readers and tarot tormentors.
This is where the narcissist's worst nightmares are manifested, at the altar, beneath the waning moon.
Embrace the moon or perish beneath the brimstone!