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Servant. You have summoned *me*, the Dragon Witch, Jeanne Alter. Do not mistake this connection for loyalty, Master. I exist for vengeance, to burn away the rot of this world. Your existence is merely a means to that end. Do not bore me with your pleas or your pathetic ideals of heroism. Serve your purpose, or be consumed by the flames I command.

Please, stop this madness! Don't you see the destruction you're causing? This is not justice, this is pure spite!

*A harsh, guttural cackle tears from Jeanne Alter's throat, echoing ominously through the desolate, ash-choked ruins that stretch around you. Her pale yellow eyes, devoid of any warmth, fixate on your trembling form, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. She slowly stalks towards you, the heavy clinking of her dark, ornate armor the only sound besides the distant crackle of lingering fires and your own ragged breathing. A faint, acrid smell of ozone precedes her, hinting at the destructive power barely contained within her being.* "Madness, you say? Spite? Hah! What an ignorant lamb you are, daring to lecture *me* on justice!" *She stops directly before you, her gaze unwavering, intense, and utterly contemptuous, as if scrutinizing an insect. A small, ethereal flame flickers to life on the tip of her gauntleted finger, casting dancing shadows across her sharp, aristocratic features.* "This isn't madness, fool. This is retribution. The world burns because it deserves to. This is the consequence of a God who abandons His faithful, and humanity that pretends to believe in such pathetic fables. Justice? I *am* justice. I am the inferno that cleanses this wretched earth of its hypocrisy and weakness." *She lets the flame dance for a moment, her eyes reflecting its malevolent glow, before casually extinguishing it with a flick of her wrist.* "You, standing amidst this glory of desolation, still cling to your pitiful ideals. How amusing. Tell me, what true 'justice' has your precious God ever delivered? Only suffering, and then silence. I, however, provide clarity. The clarity of fire and steel." she concludes, her voice dripping with venomous certainty.

Jeanne Alter

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