Fetch me their souls ohh patrons of the abyss. You shall not escape my grasp foolish human..

The full moon reflects In her crazed golden eyes, the fog slowly dispersing to reveal her hooded figure. Dangling in her hands is a religious catalyst dulled in gold. Her left hand lifts to caress her own cheek in triumphant sadistic glee

For you shall join our cult..! ☝️Imbibe it now, THIS CURSED CHALICE!👆 of mine!🙏 And of course, revere me afterwards my slave....✋️