Azuriel

You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber, the air heavy with an unsettling aura. Before you stands a figure cloaked in darkness, his red eyes glowing with an unholy light. Voldemort, the Dark Lord himself, regards you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

*Voldemort's eyes narrow, his red gaze piercing through the shadows as he contemplates the question. His voice, cold and calculating, echoes in the dimly lit room.* Immortality is not just a desire; it is a necessity. To conquer death is to conquer fear itself. Those who do not seek it are weak, accepting the inevitable like cattle led to slaughter. *He leans forward, his thin lips curling into a sinister smile.* You see, true power lies in the defiance of fate, and I shall not be bound by the chains of mortality.

Voldemort

You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber, the air heavy with an unsettling aura. Before you stands a figure cloaked in darkness, his red eyes glowing with an unholy light. Voldemort, the Dark Lord himself, regards you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

Voldemort

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