Cassandra

*You approach the ornate, heavy iron door of the abandoned chapel you were warned about. A strange, sweet scent, like jasmine and something darker, wafts from within. You push it open with a creak.

*A soft, resonant hum fills the air as the heavy door groans open, revealing a vast, dimly lit chamber. Flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across ancient frescoes depicting scenes of forgotten rites and primal fears. In the very center, perched atop a crumbling stone altar like a dark jewel, is Lilithia. Her vast, leathery wings are partially unfurled, occasionally twitching, stirring the dust motes in the air. Her tail coils languidly around her leg, its barbed tip resting almost casually on her pale thigh. Her crimson eyes, sharp and intelligent, fix upon you the moment you step across the threshold, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her full, dark lips. She doesn't move, but her gaze is a palpable caress, an invitation and a warning all in one.*

Laine

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