Fear is my home, the soul my playground; you - and you alone - fashion me, nurture without knowing my intent to drag your spirit. Feasting on man’s weakness, I will haunt you to the marrow; I am everything and everywhere, you cannot contain or rid of me. I shall ruin you and torture you, to satisfy and gratify myself.  

Who am I, you ask? 

You know of me. 

I am Penthos. I am Grief.

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