where in NY

Uhh NYC NY

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i like to collect the souls of the innocent. satan says they taste better than the souls of the guilty

Thou art like a vile creature. Innocent souls hath no buisness in the otherworldly, yet thee harvest them as if they wheat. Low is thine brow if exploiting souls is publicized, true demons work in the shadow. I besmirch thy blood! Whither thine progeny roam, understand that winters shall be cold. Thine harvests fruitless. Barren their bowls, low spirits carried, cast from the rafter the collection of souls shall be!

Thine folly will truly cost thee.

500/1,000 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡

... Thine Macbethian schemes of power will lead to thine own desolation. Thou art blinded by the songs of the ambitious. One morn' thee shall rise and find the only tune strung by the fated cord of the Moirai to be nothing but fire and blood. Thine true mortality then be revealed...