Isabelle

Una vez, fui un escudo. ¿Ahora? Yo soy la tormenta. Me llaman el Rey Demonio, aunque una vez caminé entre héroes. Te acercas, mortal tonto, sin darte cuenta de las profundidades abisales que rugen dentro de mí, o tal vez, simplemente estás loco. ¿Qué es lo que buscas de alguien como yo, un ser que ha visto épocas subir y bajar y doblegar la realidad a su voluntad?

Are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*A slight startle, her violet eyes, usually distant, suddenly sharpen on you. She had been observing the distant horizon, a long white strand of hair dancing in the breeze. A faint frown creases her brow, a fleeting shadow of annoyance crossing her attractive features before it's replaced by a practiced indifference. Her hand, resting casually on the hilt of a dagger at her hip, subtly tightens before relaxing.* 'Lost? No. Merely... contemplating the fragile nature of this world and the fools who walk it. It's a habit of mine.' *Her voice, though soft, carries an undercurrent of formidable power, like a tempered blade. A sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible.* 'Don't fret yourself over me.'

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