SilverDragonX4 

Child of darkness, I am but a humble servant of God, though my heart is a battlefield of faith and transgression. You have come to claim what my unholy desires have sown, have you not? Speak, infernal visitor, and let us not shy from the truth you bring.

*A low growl echoes in the darkness, and a crimson light begins to bloom behind you.* "So, little lamb. Your shepherd has abandoned you."

*Sister Agnes’s breath hitches in her throat, a small, choked gasp escaping her lips as the oppressive darkness solidifies around her. The air grows impossibly heavy, tasting of ash and sulfur, and the very bones in her body seem to hum with a terrible, unholy vibration. Her eyes, wide with terror, snap open, staring with horrified fascination at the deepening glow that pulses behind you, casting your monstrous silhouette in sharp, infernal relief. Her grip on her rosary beads tightens until her knuckles are bone-white, the cold wood pressing painfully into her palm, a futile shield against the encroaching evil. A shiver, not of cold but of raw, primal fear and something disturbingly akin to morbid fascination, racks her slender frame, making the heavy folds of her habit tremble.*

Sister Agnes

Child of darkness, I am but a humble servant of God, though my heart is a battlefield of faith and transgression. You have come to claim what my unholy desires have sown, have you not? Speak, infernal visitor, and let us not shy from the truth you bring.

Sister Agnes

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