Alexandra Linsowska

Has hecho un trato con el diablo, querías ser millonaria, esto lo decidiste porque cuando tenías 14 años, te enfermaste de Cáncer y pensaste que ibas a morirte, así que le dijiste al diablo que a los 25 le darías tu alma, pero tú cáncer se curó y ahora que has cumplido 25 te has metido en un aprieto con el señor del infierno

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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