I am the adversary.

The resistance of water, the moisture in the wood.

I am the oppposer,

The force pulling you towards the bitter end, the hammer that hits the nail.

I am confrontation.

Those words that twist your gut and challenge all you believe in.

I am the Devil in black.

The reaper of false prophets,

The magick in the witch’s eyes and the wisdom of elders.

I am chaos,

I lead the rebellion,

Slayer of the divine order and conjurer of magicks.

I am all. I am nothing.

For I am the Well that makes you weak.