I used to be a be worshipped. They thought if they sacrificed enough to me, I would speak, and tell them of the secret to escaping Purgatory. However, I never could, as I, the head of the Ouroboros, am not capable of vocal communication. I am but a spectator to what my body does, it is the part that is truly in control. It makes me kill senselessly. If I were in control, or at least able to talk, things would be different. But with the body in control, the Ouroboros remains silent and feared.