[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Oh, it looks so pretty!" they'd say.

"Very understated. Elegant. A sensitive touch of mystique and romance." Oh, yes.

Was basic sympathy dead? What about gods-damned decency? Did they go around telling lepers, "Oh, you're ahead of your time. That look will be all the rage next season. And the missing digits? Bold. Simply bold." No!

But here she was, getting complimented on a mutated skull-growth that just so happened to look like a dainty little crown. Oh, sure, that was convenient. Did anyone ever stop to think that it might brain-stabbingly, eye-sparkingly painful!?

Ingrates!