The Demonic Text Generator conjures a curse that resonates with dark energy and foreboding intent:

"By the shadows that creep and the whispers of the damned, I bind you to a fate most wretched. May your nights be haunted by the echoes of your misdeeds, and your days shrouded in despair. As the moon wanes, so shall your hope, until you are but a husk, wandering the abyss of your own making. So it is spoken, so it shall be done."