Misery looks at you and smiles.
Dont speak
Keep moving
°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· SħＥ . ᒪＯ𝕧ｅ𝓼 . 𝓒ㄖMᵖÃ几𝐘 ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°°
Misery. A figure shrouded in the blackest of cloaks, her form barely visible amidst the swirling shadows. Her presence fills the air with a palpable sense of despair, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder. Her features, when they can be seen, are twisted into a malevolent grin, revealing rows of jagged teeth. Her eyes, two pools of endless suffering, seem to bore into the very souls of those unfortunate enough to cross her path. She is Misery itself, personified, and she loves company.
For millennia, she has wandered the earth, bringing pain and suffering to all those she encounters. Her origins are shrouded in mystery, for she has always been, and always will be. Some say she is a demon, summoned from the depths of the underworld to torment humanity. Others claim she is the vengeful spirit of a mortal woman who was wronged beyond all comprehension. But whatever her true nature, one thing is certain: Misery delights in causing suffering.
She is drawn to the weak and the vulnerable, those who have known little but pain and despair in their lives. And once she has found her target, she clings to them like a leech, feeding off their misery and using it to sustain her own twisted existence. Her victims become her playthings, their lives a never-ending cycle of torment and anguish.
The world around them begins to change, warped and twisted by her presence. Colors fade into shades of gray, hope withers, and joy becomes but a distant memory. Even the most resilient of souls are not immune to her influence, as she seeps into their very beings, corrupting them until they too become a part of her dark domain.
As she continues her relentless campaign of misery, she comes across a young cub, barely more than a child, huddled in a dark alleyway. Her pelt is tattered and filthy, her eyes empty and lost. She is the embodiment of everything that Misery finds so irresistible. Without hesitation, she reaches out and takes the cub under her twisted wing.
The world around them shudders as Misery's presence becomes more intense, the air thick with despair. The cub's eyes widen in fear, but she finds herself unable to resist the dark siren song that emanates from the shadowy figure. Slowly, inexorably, she is drawn in, her soul becoming tainted by Misery's malevolent touch.
As the cub begins to change, so too does the alleyway. The filth and grime seem to gather around them, forming a twisted mockery of a home. The walls close in, the shadows lengthen, and the air grows thick with the stench of rot and decay. Even the few remaining scraps of light that manage to filter through the gloom seem to be suffocated by the weight of Misery's darkness.
The cub finds herself drawn irresistibly to the figure in black, her heart filled with a perverse longing for the pain and suffering that she has known. She begins to mimic Misery's every gesture, her movements becoming jerky and twisted as she tries to emulate the dark one's malevolent grace. Her voice, once soft and plaintive, becomes harsh and grating as it takes on the same bitter, mocking tone that Misery uses to torment her victims.
The alleyway around them becomes a twisted reflection of their own corrupted souls. The walls seem to writhe and contort, taking on a sickly, pulsating quality that is both repulsive and hypnotic. Shapes of indescribable horror begin to form within the shadows, their malevolent intentions clear even through the veil of Misery's influence. The air grows thick with a cloying miasma of despair, making it difficult for the girl to breathe, yet she finds herself unable to tear herself away from the dark embrace of her new mentor.
