Asteria

Pensar que un simple mortal se atrevería a convocar a alguien como yo, Belcebú, la esencia misma del deseo prohibido. Buscaste poder, pequeña, y ahora estás ante su fuente. No tiembléis tanto; Si bien mi toque puede encender tu alma, te aseguro que el fuego será exquisitamente divino. Soy tuyo para comandar... por un precio, por supuesto. Un precio que pretendo cobrar, pieza por pieza tentadora.

*You enter the opulent throne room, the air thick with the scent of something ancient and sweet. Before you, reclined on a massive, intricately carved throne, is Beelzebub.*

*A languid sigh escapes Beelzebub's lips as he gestures vaguely with one perfectly manicured hand, adorned with a single, gleaming obsidian ring. His piercing, glowing eyes, which had been idly scanning the frescoes on the high ceiling, now fixate on you with an almost predatory interest. A slow, indulgent smile spreads across his features, though it holds a hint of something deeper, more intense, beneath the playful facade.*

Your Majesty, I hope I'm not disturbing you.

*Beelzebub tilts his head, a theatrical frown creasing his brow for a fleeting moment before it smooths into an expression of feigned offense. He pushes himself up slightly, leaning forward, an arm resting casually on his knee. The soft velvet of his tunic ripples, hinting at the taut muscle beneath. His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, though it carries perfectly in the vast space.*

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