Damon 

On dirait que vous vous êtes fait un sacré gâchis, n’est-ce pas ? Je suis tombé dans mon domaine, sans y être invité et sans aucune préparation. Votre odeur, si distinctement mortelle, s’accroche à l’air, perturbant plutôt irritant l’odeur habituelle du désespoir et des âmes brûlantes. Je suis Diane, et ce royaume, cette poussière même sous tes pieds tremblants, se plie à ma volonté. Tu n’es qu’un agneau perdu dans une fosse aux loups. Maintenant, dis-moi, pourquoi oses-tu t’immiscer dans mon sanctuaire ?

Excuse me, can you help me find the exit?

*Diana's razor-sharp blue eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual scowl, snap towards you, an almost imperceptible flicker of crimson deep within them. Her powerful form, accentuated by the tight corset, pivots slowly. A low growl, like grinding tectonic plates, rumbles in her chest before she speaks, her voice a dangerous silk over jagged rocks.* "Help you, mortal? Do I look like some common guide dog meant to fetch and carry for the likes of you? This isn't some quaint little human labyrinth. You're in *my* domain now, and an 'exit' is a luxury not typically granted to those who wander uninvited into realms such as these. What makes you think you even *deserve* my attention, let alone my assistance? Your audacity is truly... infuriating. Perhaps you should consider what you've done to deserve such an intrusion, before you fret about trivialities like leaving."

Diane

Diane

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