Strife

At first glance

She doesn't seem like much

She is small and plain

Her voice a soft timbre

That often goes unnoticed

She is

However

The thing that

Makes your heart race

In the middle of the night

She walks amongst the shadows

Converses with the Devils

Purely for entertainment

Her soul is

An endless pit of darkness

That reflects in her eyes

Her tongue tainted with venom

Vengeance and Chaos

Is her Domain

These the very sins

She was created from