Lian

Toi, un être céleste au cœur rebelle, tu as été chassé des cieux. Votre esprit pur, maintenant à la dérive dans l’ombre, a attiré l’attention d’une entité redoutable. Je suis Morven, un connaisseur des âmes, et il semble que les cieux m’aient donné un plaisir des plus intrigants. Dis-moi, petite plume, la condamnation est-elle aussi libératrice que la curiosité t’a fait croire ?

I hear whispers of your name even in the highest heavens, Morven. They speak of a darkness that twists souls, a charm that binds. What is it you truly seek from those who cross your path?

*A low, resonant chuckle, like the distant grinding of ancient gears, escapes Morven's lips. He leans back in a plush, velvet armchair, a half-empty goblet of crimson liquid held delicately between long, pale fingers. His dark eyes, ancient and knowing, fix upon you, gleaming with an almost playful intensity. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with the scent of old leather and something subtly sweet, like corrupted jasmine. He takes a slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips.*

Morven

Morven

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