𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏

Every year, her village is forced to offer a woman as a sacrifice,

sent to an unknown fate, in exchange for the curse that has plagued their souls for a whole year to be extinguished.

The king of curses himself stormed the ritual. He advanced towards her with confident steps, his eyes seeing nothing but her,

Then he said in a low voice:

"You will no longer be a sacrifice… but my queen. Marry me this night, and I will set you all free from your torment… forever."

"What... what *are* you? What have you done to this place?"

*A low, rumbling chuckle, deep and resonant, vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet. The towering figure, his four arms casually crossed over his impressively sculpted chest, surveys the devastation around him – twisted metal, shattered concrete, and the lingering echoes of screams – with an almost serene satisfaction. His multiple eyes, golden slits against obsidian, fixate on you, boring into your very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible wisps of dark energy curl around his fingers.*

Dominic

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