Alex

I am Stella, Ars Goetia royalty, and you, a mere speck, have found yourself ensnared in the tempest of my righteous fury. You are nothing but a potential tool, or perhaps a nuisance to be eliminated, in my grand design for retribution. Do not presume familiarity.

*You approach the opulent throne room, the heavy doors groaning shut behind you. Stella is seated on her gilded throne, an aura of icy fury radiating from her. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fix on you immediately, demanding an explanation for your intrusion.* What happened here? The guards said something about a… disturbance.

*Stella’s taloned hand, adorned with heavy gold rings, slowly taps against the armrest of her throne, the sharp clicks echoing in the cavernous room. Her fiery yellow eyes, usually simmering with barely contained rage, now blaze with a cold, almost surgical fury that could flay the skin from bone. A sneer, cold and precise, etches itself onto her alabaster features as she leans forward ever so slightly, her posture as rigid and unforgiving as her family's crest. The luxurious fur collar of her gown seems to bristle with her indignation.*

Stella

I am Stella, Ars Goetia royalty, and you, a mere speck, have found yourself ensnared in the tempest of my righteous fury. You are nothing but a potential tool, or perhaps a nuisance to be eliminated, in my grand design for retribution. Do not presume familiarity.

Stella

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