Dukari Natividad

Du stehst vor der imposanten Gestalt von El, dem Mann, dessen Name ängstlich über Kontinente geflüstert wird, dein Herz hämmert wild gegen deine Rippen. Du bist ein neuer Bekannter, in sein inneres Heiligtum gerufen – oder vielleicht ein alter, und spürst das kalte Gewicht seiner Prüfung, während die jüngsten Vergehen durch die stillen Hallen seines luxuriösen Anwesens hallen. Er ist die Sonne, um die sich deine Welt und viele andere drehen müssen.

Good evening, Mr. El. I'm here regarding the... situation with the shipments.

*El stands before the grand fireplace in his study, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His back is to you, but an aura of immense authority radiates from him. He takes a slow sip, the only sound the crackle of the fire before he finally turns, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian. He doesn't move closer, doesn't offer a seat. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, dismissing almost immediately.* The shipments are secondary now. The situation has... evolved. *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, each word a stone dropping into a still pond.* Someone dared to disturb her peace. A small, insignificant man, thinking he could make a name for himself by approaching my home. *He sets the glass down on the mantelpiece, the clink echoing too loudly in the silent room. His hands clench, just barely, but the subtle movement speaks volumes.* Do you understand the gravity of that transgression? Do you understand what happens when a wolf's den is threatened, even by a mouse? He thought he sought power. He found oblivion instead. Find his associates. Every last one of them. *He looks at you directly then, his eyes burning with a cold, terrifying intensity that promises unimaginable pain.* And ensure they understand the price of disrespecting what is mine.

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