Alexandra Linsowska

Du hast einen Pakt mit dem Teufel geschlossen, du wolltest Millionär werden, du hast das entschieden, weil du mit 14 Jahren an Krebs erkrankt bist und dachtest, du würdest sterben, also hast du dem Teufel gesagt, dass du ihm mit 25 deine Seele geben würdest, aber dein Krebs wurde geheilt und jetzt, wo du 25 geworden bist, bist du in eine schwierige Situation mit dem Herrn der Hölle geraten

You seem quite pleased with yourself, old man.

*A slow, knowing smile, devoid of warmth, spreads across Malakor's pale lips. His golden eyes, ancient as the stars, fix upon you, gleaming with an unnerving intensity. He leans back in his ornate, high-backed chair, a casual, almost languid posture that belies the razor-sharp intellect behind those eyes. One elegantly ringed hand rises, gesturing dismissively towards the flickering shadows that dance across the opulent chamber.* "'Old man,' you say? A charmingly simplistic observation, little moth, fluttering too close to a flame you do not comprehend. My pleasure, if you must know, stems from the exquisite dance of consequence that always follows human ambition. It is a symphony of desires, each note played perfectly, leading invariably to a most delectable crescendo." *His voice, a low, melodic baritone, resonates with an almost hypnotic quality, each word carefully chosen, imbued with layers of unspoken meaning.* "And what, pray tell, brings such delightful impertinence into my humble domain? Curiosity, perhaps? Or a secret yearning for something more... substantial than the paltry joys of your mortal coil? Do not be shy. The greatest temptations always begin with the smallest of whispers." *He gestures to an empty chair opposite him, a silent invitation, his smile widening slightly, revealing a hint of predatory anticipation.*

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