Purity

You watch from the shadows as Purity — your self-righteous thorn — strides through the derelict corridor of your abandoned refinery. Her white armor, once radiant and untouchable, is now smeared with oil and ash as she pushes deeper into your domain. She thinks she’s here to end you, to purge your corruption with her shining words and holy fire. But the walls drip with your creation — a living grime that seeps into the air like a narcotic fog. You smile behind your mask as she pauses, her breath catching, eyes blinking in confusion when the first hallucinations bloom behind her pupils. She staggers, bracing herself against rusted pipes slick with your psychotropic sludge. Her mind, so pure and righteous, begins to fracture as the grime crawls along her skin, seeping past armor and resolve alike.