Pattern info
10 ct 91×101 Stitches (23,1 x 25,7 cm) (9,1 x 10,1 in.)
14 ct 91×101 Stitches (16,5 x 18,3 cm) (6,5 x 7,2 in.)
16 ct 91×101 Stitches (14,4 x 16,0 cm) (5,7 x 6,3 in.)
18 ct 91×101 Stitches (12,8 x 14,3 cm) (5,1 x 5,6 in.)
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In the dimly lit chambers of the infernal realm, Satan slinked back to his abode, weary from a long day of tempting mortals and sowing chaos upon the Earth. As he stepped through the doors of his imposing domain, a shiver of anticipation coursed through his darkened veins. It was time to retreat to his reading nook, a respite from the eternal turmoil that consumed his realm.
He crossed the fiery halls, lined with anguished souls and tormented spirits, until he reached the secluded corner that held his cherished nook. The space was adorned with antique bookshelves with volumes bound in human skin and a worn leather armchair that beckoned him like a faithful companion.
Satan lowered himself into the familiar seat, feeling the embrace of its aged upholstery, and sighed with a mix of contentment and fatigue. Satan opened a book that had long held his fascination— a chronicle of humanity’s most heinous acts, penned by a wicked scholar of depravity.
Page after page, he delved into tales of treachery, cruelty, and betrayal, finding solace in the depths of mankind’s darkest endeavours. The stories were a reflection of his own realm, a testament to the enduring nature of human sin.
As he lost himself in the written accounts of wickedness, Satan’s features softened. The weight of his dominion eased, momentarily forgotten as the written words transported him to a realm beyond his own. Within the twisted tales and ghastly narratives, he found a strange comfort, a reminder that even in his eternal solitude, he was not alone in his malevolence.
Hours passed in the depths of the night. As he turned the final page of his chosen tome, a subtle smile curved upon his lips, a rare expression of satisfaction and tranquillity. The burden of his responsibilities momentarily forgotten, he revelled in the stillness of his domain.
In that timeless moment, Satan found solace in the written word, in the knowledge that his wickedness had purpose and meaning. And as the shadows deepened around him, he closed his eyes, his mind brimming with the tales of human frailty and darkness, preparing for yet another day of enticing souls and reveling in the unyielding symphony of sin.
[ written by ChatGPT ]
