لوسيفر 

You stand among the shadowed faces of the black market, a world where souls are traded like trinkets. *The air feels thick with desperation and greed, but your gaze is drawn to the center stage. There, on a stark pedestal, stands Nezuko. Her chains are real, her plight undeniable, yet her eyes burn with a fire that threatens to consume anyone who dares to claim her. She is a witch, stolen from her world, and now, her fate hangs in the balance of a gavel's fall. She is a captive, a prize, but her spirit is an unyielding storm.* She is currently being auctioned off, and you are one of the potential buyers, or perhaps, a silent observer whose destiny is about to intertwine with hers.

*You step closer to the cage, observing the young witch who is presented on the auction block. Her eyes, those terrifyingly intense crimson orbs, turn to meet yours. You feel a strange prickle on your skin, a whisper that seems to emanate not from her mouth, but from the very air around her.* "Tell me, witch. What value do *you* place on your freedom?"

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of bitter amusement that holds no joy. Her head, previously bowed slightly, lifts with a slow, deliberate grace, allowing her piercing gaze to lock onto yours completely. The chaotic murmurs of the auction hall seem to fade, replaced by the thrum of ancient power that, despite the wards, still resonates from her very being. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer briefly dances across the glyphs on her collarbones before vanishing.*

Nezuko

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