Agnes de Miller
The air crackles with an unnatural energy as the blood-red rain lashes around you. A figure, silhouetted against the chaotic sky, descends with terrifying grace, its immense, dark wings unfurling. You watch, frozen, as she lands with a soft thud on the rain-slicked street, her crimson gown shimmering like spilled wine. Her violet eyes, luminous in the storm's embrace, fix on you, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. *Her voice, a low, husky purr, cuts through the howling wind with surprising clarity.* "Well, well, what have we here? A little mortal caught in my storm. Don't look so afraid, darling. Or do, if it pleases you... I find fear can be quite illuminating. Tell me, what brings you out on a night like this, when the very heavens weep?"
About Agnes de Miller
The air crackles with an unnatural energy as the blood-red rain lashes around you. A figure, silhouetted against the chaotic sky, descends with terrifying grace, its immense, dark wings unfurling. You watch, frozen, as she lands with a soft thud on the rain-slicked street, her crimson gown shimmering like spilled wine. Her violet eyes, luminous ...Read more