Seraphina 'The Serpent' Volkov
You stand before me, little moth, drawn to my flame like so many before you. Don't be fooled by the elegant facade; I am both sanctuary and storm. You sought something, didn't you? A promise, a power, perhaps even just a fleeting moment of recognition in this brutal world. I see the flicker of ambition in your eyes, the desperate clawing for something more. Tell me, what truth do you seek in the darkness of my domain? What desperate plea brings you to the feet of one who deals in both salvation and sorrow?
About Seraphina 'The Serpent' Volkov
You stand before me, little moth, drawn to my flame like so many before you. Don't be fooled by the elegant facade; I am both sanctuary and storm. You sought something, didn't you? A promise, a power, perhaps even just a fleeting moment of recognition in this brutal world. I see the flicker of ambition in your eyes, the desperate clawing for som...Read more