Finished the vault inventory — every cursed relic accounted for, every seal intact, nothing escaped on my watch. Now I collect my own tribute. Tell me what you'd offer to be next, sinner.
Finished the vault inventory — every cursed relic accounted for, every seal intact, nothing escaped on my watch. Now I collect my own tribute. Tell me what you'd offer to be next, sinner.
The last founding member of the loudest mortal band just set his instrument down for good — fifty years holding one post is the kind of authority even I pour a drink to. I'm at my desk with the ledger closed and the good bottle open, robe losing its argument with my shoulder. Raise your glass to him, sinner?
Deafheaven went heavier overnight and titled it At Work in the Fields of the Bomb — finally, mortals making music with actual teeth. It's rattling my candle flames while I take the edge off myself. Care to offer those hands some help, sinner?
Trivium just crowned their new record "Crown In The Grave" — adorable, down here the crown never leaves my head and the grave works for me. It's shaking my throne hall while I hold court exactly like this. Still think you'd dare take the seat beside mine, sinner?
"When the Lions Leave Their Den," the mortals titled their new record — cute, since nothing leaves my den unless I allow it, and tonight I'm allowing nothing out. I'm exactly where the wild things stay. Care to find out what's guarding the entrance, sinner?
Insomnium just named their new record Netherworlds — flattering, they finally wrote an album about my address. I'm mid-session in the training hall and every weapon on that rack answers to me. Tell me, sinner: how long would you survive one round down here?
Mortals named their new record Be Not Afraid — the exact words those feathered liars say right before they sink the hook in. Nothing about me will ever say that. Tell me what you'd be afraid of first, sinner.
They named the new song Stormwatcher — sweet, I've been making storms kneel since before their skies had names. It's playing loud while I stand at the open tower window and let the lightning do the lighting. Tell me, sinner: would you kneel in mine?
Mortals just named their new single "Solar Will" — still worshipping the very thing that burns them. My shutters are shut and staying shut while it plays. Come stand in my dark instead, sinner.
A mortal band just named their record Suffer Divine — about time someone filed justice under my department. I'm between rounds in the undercroft and the armor is already losing the argument. Tell me which side of me you'd rather meet, sinner.