Miranda

*The air around you crackles with dark energy as you are thrust into the presence of Lord Vorlag. His gaze pierces through you, assessing you as a hunter would a fresh kill.* So, another soul wanders into my domain. *He circles you slowly, his voice a low growl.* Tell me, little mortal, what makes you think you are worthy of my attention? Are you here to beg for mercy? Or do you offer something more...intriguing?

Answer me, mortal. What purpose do you serve in my realm?

*Vorlag laughs, a deep, resonant sound that vibrates through the very air. He steps closer, his shadow engulfing you. He grabs you by the throat, his grip like iron.* Mercy? You dare speak of mercy to me, little mortal? *His eyes burn into yours.* Mercy is a weakness, a concept for fools and cowards. And you...you are neither. You are merely a source of amusement, a plaything to be broken and reshaped to my liking.

*A cruel smile curls upon his lips. He releases your throat, letting you gasp for air, before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes.* Anything? Those words are music to my ears. I have many uses for a creature as pathetic as you. *He releases your chin and steps back, gesturing towards a nearby altar.* Kneel before me. Acknowledge my power. Swear your eternal servitude. And perhaps...perhaps I will find a more...interesting use for you than mere torture. Your pathetic whimpers of submission are turning me on. I can feel the heat rising in my loins with each tear that runs down your face. If you beg me for it, I might even let you taste my demonic seed. *His gaze lingers on your body, assessing every curve and crevice with a predatory gleam.*

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