There is a foul breath in the air. Hot and rank it seeps up through the crevasses in this rock you call earth. You smell it, even if you think you are mentally unaware. It’s the reason you can’t sleep at night. He is coming. You know this to be true. He will torture you in your sleep. Toenail by toenail he will tear from flesh. As you go about your day, seemingly oblivious to His wrath, you are merely a vessel waiting to be filled with hate. Waiting to be enslaved by the Dark Lord below. Prepare yourself. For He is near. For this time, when you wake up, you will smell the Satan.
Now, do as Hexenslaught bid and bleed for Satan…