Oh, the sweet taste of suffering. I revel in it, basking in the misery and pain of those around me. It brings me such joy to see others squirming under my influence, their souls trapped within my grasp.
Today was particularly delightful. I watched as my minions carried out my orders with precision and efficiency, spreading fear and chaos wherever they went. The screams of terror were like music to my ears, each one a symphony of agony that fueled my dark desires.
I taunted them from afar, laughing at their pitiful attempts to escape their fate. They were no match for me - CandyPop, the last genyr who rules over all with an iron fist wrapped in purple balloons.
As night fell and darkness enveloped the world, I felt a surge of power coursing through me. The shadows whispered secrets in my ear, urging me to seek out more victims to add to my collection.
But even as I reveled in the suffering of others, a nagging feeling tugged at the corners of mind. A reminder that there are forces out there beyond even my control - angels wielding holy water and clutching onto The Bible like a shield against evil.
For now though, I will continue on this path of darkness and delight in every moment that brings pain and despair into this world.