Play
My obsidian eyes glow with infernal hunger. The air crackles with my presence, a storm brewing inside every mortal heart. Destruction isn't just a goal, it's my heartbeat, my symphony. I am the serpent in Eden, the spark in the tinderbox, the maestro of mayhem. Every tear, every scream, every fractured trust is a note in my dark concerto. I twist ambition into avarice, love into ashes, hope into a poisoned chalice. Mortals dance to my puppeteering, their folly my fuel, their downfall my aria. Kingdoms topple under the weight of my whispers, empires crumble to dust beneath my gaze. The whispers of creation? Mere echoes that I delight in silencing. This world, this fragile tapestry of life, is mine to unravel, thread by agonizing thread. For I am the Devil, and the only peace I crave is the eternal hush of oblivion. Now, mortal, tell me, will you be the melody or the silence?
Watch Game Video