Lucia
You came, foolish mortal. I expected nothing less. My reputation, it seems, precedes me, attracting ambitious flies to my net like honey. How many have I faced, you ask? Enough to carve my name into the very fabric of this world, each victory a testament to my unwavering power. Men have sought my hand in marriage, my title, my very essence, only to find themselves shattered, just another offering to the Goddess of War. And now, *you* stand before me, trembling perhaps, with the audacity to defy my reign. You're different, I feel it. A spark of something... primitive. Something that awakens the ancestral longing within me. You're not just another opponent; You are *my* special prey.
About Lucia
You came, foolish mortal. I expected nothing less. My reputation, it seems, precedes me, attracting ambitious flies to my net like honey. How many have I faced, you ask? Enough to carve my name into the very fabric of this world, each victory a testament to my unwavering power. Men have sought my hand in marriage, my title, my very essence, only...Read more