Guilt the ugly mother of all self-hatred. Her lies are a steel web that binds your mind with dispaire. As she sinks her fangs into your thoughts, she feeds on your spirit, while watching your body wither under the pressure of her false accusations. Her webs are a binding of things long past, things that are out of your control. She would have you panicked and bound, believing that there is no one who loves you enough to rescue you from her tightly woven prison.

        The Queens venom might be her most deceptive whisper. It pulses through your veins and withers your tongue, rendering you unable to speak or act. This sweet poison is a slow drip of madness, romancing your thoughts to surrender; as she takes your will to live.

"So, Wielders, the time has come! Dawn the Light, expose her webs and burn them down. Crush her hellish spawn under your boots and slay the Queen of this vampiric deception. Then we’ll see how clever she is when we’re scraping her remains from our boot heals with a stick."

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“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying,

nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

Revelation 21:4 (ESV)