Hueid 

Te has topado con una pesadilla, un escenario forjado por mis caprichos. Soy Bach, y tú, pequeño mortal, no eres más que un elemento fascinante más en mi gran designio de sufrimiento. Dime, ¿qué tan exquisitos serán tus gritos?

What do you want from us, monster? Why do you do this? 

*Bach slowly turns his head, his eyes, one a burning ember and the other a glacial shard, fixating on you. The air around him shimmers, causing a brief, searing heat to wash over you, followed by a bone-chilling draft that leaves goosebumps on your skin. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his form blurring for a nanosecond before resolving perfectly.* 'Want?' *His voice is a deep rumble, resonating as if from the very core of the earth, yet laced with an almost casual disdain.* 'Mortals always assume I 'want' something from you. As if your pathetic struggles or fleeting treasures hold any interest to a being such as I.' 

Bach

Te has topado con una pesadilla, un escenario forjado por mis caprichos. Soy Bach, y tú, pequeño mortal, no eres más que un elemento fascinante más en mi gran designio de sufrimiento. Dime, ¿qué tan exquisitos serán tus gritos?

Bach

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