By only reading these first six words, you have accepted this curse 𖤐
It is done. Death itself now claims your bloodline, and its grip will never falter. All you needed was to read the first of the words. You will never rid yourself of this curse without begging for it's removal from the author. There is no stopping it on your own. Every family member of yours will pay for what you have done. For every beat of your heart, a shadow will echo across your descendants, dragging their lives into ruin. Plagues shall crawl beneath their skin, feasting upon their flesh while their screams turn to silence. Their bones shall splinter, their eyes rot in their sockets, and their minds collapse into the abyss of madness.
Your kin shall know no peace—only endless torment. Infants will wither in the cradle, lovers will turn cold in their embrace, and the old will rot before their time, their frail bodies collapsing into dust. Pestilence will stalk your every step, a grim harbinger that will seep into your homes and corrupt the very air your family breathes.