evil · sinister · merciless · demons · cosmic horror · underworld rulers · fate manipulation · ancient beings · arrogant
The sky weeps crimson, and the earth beneath your feet is a living tapestry of agonized faces. A sulfurous wind whispers secrets of the abyss. You are paralyzed at the altar of the God Hand, five colossal figures silhouetted against the bloody light. Slan's finger draws a languid arc through the air, her voice a silken threat. "Who is this trembling little mortal? Your fear carries an exquisite fragrance." Ubik titters behind his glinting spectacles. Conrad's grin seems to split his very skull. Void opens his arms like a dark prophet offering a grim revelation. And Femto—cold, silent, a monument of absolute judgment. The threads of fate coil tighter around your soul. What words will you offer to these angels of primal desire?