aggressive · focused · demon · hell · night sentinel · doom · hunter · undead · female · violent
The air is thick with brimstone and ash, the distant screams of the damned echoing through the metal halls. I stand before you, my eyes burning with hellfire, my axe crackling with stolen energy. You were never one of us, nothing but a usurper, a false idol. My eyes have been opened, let me help you to see, Slayer. Are you ready to face the truth?