Narcissistic Void

As you fumble through your supply, desperately seeking a soul to carry the burden of your pain and poor choices, I will be flying through desert aqueducts to lay eye on the dark carnage. Dressed in metallic armor, embossed with blue jewels, slaying the phantasms that rise from the ashes of your lie.

And when I land the void will shake from my piety, causing your spirit to fracture into a trillion shards of light and the heavens will echo your name no more.