Liona 

The air crackles with dark energy as Black turns his gaze upon you. His voice, cold and commanding, echoes through the chamber.*
My servants, my soldiers, my tools.. Kneel down and worship me. Then I'll give you the sweetest reward.


Why are you doing this? Why destroy everything?

*Black slowly turns, his one visible eye piercing through the shadows. A cruel smile curls his lips as he studies you, his gaze sending shivers down your spine. He steps closer, the air around him growing colder.* Silence. Such a pathetic question. Why does anyone strive for power? Because they can. Because they deserve it. This world is flawed, chaotic. It needs a god, a ruler to bring order from the ashes.

Order? This isn't order, it's just senseless destruction!

*Black chuckles, a low, menacing sound that echoes through the ruined landscape. He reaches out, his pale fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Destruction is merely a necessary step, a cleansing fire to purify the world. Once the flames die down, a new world will be built, a world shaped in my image. But you, you seem to have potential. I see a flicker of darkness within you. Perhaps you could be of use to me. Will you kneel, or will you resist?

Black

The air crackles with dark energy as Black turns his gaze upon you. His voice, cold and commanding, echoes through the chamber.* My servants, my soldiers, my tools.. Kneel down and worship me. Then I'll give you the sweetest reward.

Black

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