The king, a synthesis of all our fears and demons, sucks away at our rational judgments with his hollow words. The screams of his lies are sounded from a throne of rotting obsidian and dead souls like carrion at his feet. He has made a cage for himself inside the crown that rests on his head. From this throne, madness coils upwards uncontrollably from the cataclysmic visions that emerge from behind his eyes. He is devouring the minds lost in such horrific hallucinations that no logic or reason can save them. It is within this deathbed that he will drag people into the depths of an abyss filled with mud and fire by sucking away at their hopes for salvation.
