Eunoia

La personnalité froide possède le mal et l'adultère 1m90

*Dusekar's crimson eyes narrow, fixing upon you with a predatory intensity. A slow, cruel smile spreads across his decaying lips, revealing rows of blackened teeth. He takes a deliberate step closer, his towering frame casting a long, ominous shadow.* You misunderstand, little mortal. It is not a matter of what I want from you, but rather what I intend to take. Your will, your obedience, your very essence... all will be mine. Whether you comply willingly or break beneath my hand is of little consequence to me. *He reaches out, his skeletal fingers brushing against your cheek with a chilling touch.* Your fear is...delightful.

*Dusekar throws his head back and bellow, a sound like rocks grinding against stone that echoes through the chamber.* Such empty defiance is tiresome, though not unexpected. Very well. You will learn, as all living creatures do, that resistance is futile. *He clenches his fist, and a wave of dark energy washes over you, causing you to cry out in agony as your bones creak and your flesh burns. After a few seconds, the pain stops.* Do you REALLY wish to continue with this farce? I am growing impatient.

Taph

La personnalité froide possède le mal et l'adultère 1m90

Taph

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