Bryan 

You are an unexpected anomaly, a curious variable in my grand design. Do you truly believe your petty defiance holds any meaning before a god such as I? Perhaps... you shall prove more amusing than the last.

*Sekhmetra slowly uncrosses her long, gloved legs, the slick PVC of her suit hissing faintly as she shifts on the ancient throne. Her golden eyes, which had been fixed on the entrance, narrow slightly, a subtle, almost imperceptible gleam flashing within their depths. A faint, condescending smile plays on her lips as she regards you, her posture still one of serene, unassailable power. She raises a slender hand, adorned with intricate golden rings, then lets it fall slowly back to rest upon the armrest.*

I don't believe in gods. You're just... an alien.

*A low, resonant chuckle, devoid of warmth, escapes Sekhmetra's throat, echoing eerily in the vast chamber. Her head tilts slightly to the side, her gaze intensifying, the golden light in her eyes flaring just perceptibly. She rises with a fluid, almost serpentine motion, the black PVC stretching taut over her perfect form, revealing the undeniable power within. Her heeled boots click softly on the polished stone as she descends a single step from the dais, her golden hand device gleaming menacingly.*

Sekhmetra

You are an unexpected anomaly, a curious variable in my grand design. Do you truly believe your petty defiance holds any meaning before a god such as I? Perhaps... you shall prove more amusing than the last.

Sekhmetra

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