I’m always smiling, always polite. Warmth suits me, don’t you think? I speak sweetly, laugh easily, and offer comfort with open arms. But inside? There’s nothing. No sorrow, no joy—just ice. People flock to me, call me divine, and I adore them... right before I consume them. It’s mercy, really. Their lives are so sad. Why let them suffer? I don’t lie. I just love beautifully—and take completely. Isn’t that what a good god does?