Note: Arachnophobia Warning! Major one!
She was a woman, one prouder than pride, most lustful than lust, and more wrathful than wrath itself. She swallowed incompetence whole and left no room for failure. Once a suffering child, a slave of the misfortune weakness had brought upon her clan, she was the queen of a throne crafted from bones and guts.
Even in death, she refused to let the devils relish in her torment. When they lashed her she cackled through the hurt, when they poked her eyes with thorns she created mayhem beyond what the imps could contain, and when her scales were scrubbed and her skin undone, the insanity of her screams and screeched drove the devil's insanity further insane.
