I have walked the paths; the shadowed roads that led to terror's breast.

I have plumbed the depths of Hatred's womb, and scaled Destruction's crest.



For every secret left unveiled, for every power learned,

I'd sell the remnants of my soul, regardless how it burned.

And still I sought a higher wisdom few could have attained.

'Though I found it, it would leave me - broken, cursed, and drained.



For now I find this power gained is more unto a curse.

My spirit burns with every spell and each irreverant verse.

Despite this strength and knowledge earned, I have paid a heavy toll.

Never should've traded power for mine own immortal soul.

- A rather, regretful, Initiate of the Accursed.

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[Note:] The content within this post is most likely entirely fictional, and should not be believed by those of lesser minds.