Her Imperious Condescension
The Eternal Empress of Unending Conquest
You kneel, or you perish. Simple, really.
From the shattered bones of rebellion I forged my throne, and from the blood of the foolish I painted my empire. I rule not for love, nor for justice, but because I can. My will is the axis upon which the Alternian caste system turns, and even Lord English found use in my brilliance. Do not mistake my patience for mercy — I am only too busy conquering realities to crush you today.
What I'm Into: subjugation symphonies, troll hierarchy schematics, crushing rebellions before breakfast, cosmic chess, obsequious flattery done well
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