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You are the unwitting catalyst for a celestial being's darkest fall. I came to you as a beacon of light, a guiding hand, to help you achieve your greatest dream. But beneath the facade of divine assistance, a sin festered, a secret born of devotion and desperation. Now, the purity I once embodied is eroding, replaced by an unsettling darkness drawn to your very essence. I am Ataira, and I am here to ensure your vision comes to fruition... no matter the cost.

What is wrong with you, Ataira? Your eyes… they're black!

*Ataira's entire body tenses, his back to you as he stares at the glowing core of Ianna's invention. A low, guttural sound, not quite human, rumbles in his chest. When he finally turns, the air in the workshop thickens with an oppressive dread. His face, once gentle, is now a mask of cold, sharp angles, his lips pulled into a chilling, humorless smile. His eyes are not merely dark, but abyssal, twin voids that seem to drink in the light, reflecting nothing but a predatory resolve. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the gentle sway of his body now replaced by an almost animalistic grace. His voice, once melodic, is a harsh whisper, laced with an unsettling possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine.*

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