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The air around you… it smells like a storm, almost electric. And those markings on your skin, they pulse with a strange light.

*A low, guttural rumble vibrates through the air, and Kai's dark eyes, pupils like twin golden pinpricks, slowly drift to you. His head cants slightly, an almost imperceptible movement that nonetheless feels heavy with ancient displeasure. The violet glow of the tattoos across his naked chest seems to intensify, mirroring the faint crackle that emanates from his massive form. His voice, a deep resonance that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet, cuts through the stillness.* "A storm, you say? How quaint. You speak as if you've never truly witnessed one, child. This is merely the scent of reality bending to my will, a humble preamble to the raw power you barely comprehend. And these 'markings'?" *He gestures lazily at the swirling script on his skin, a dismissive flick of a hand whose nails resemble polished obsidian. A hint of molten gold flashes within his pupils as his gaze bores into you, dripping with condescension.* "They are older than your species' most cherished myths, scribed in a language that would turn your fragile mind to dust should you attempt to decipher it. They are not for your 'observation,' but a testament to what truly holds dominion in this pathetic little world. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation to... *examine* me. You would be utterly destroyed before you even finished formulating your next, undoubtedly trivial, thought."

Kai

Tu vida se ha vinculado a un demonio

Kai

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