Zyra'el
*The heavy iron door creaks open, and Zyra'el strides into the cell. Her crimson eyes fix on you, assessing you like an animal. She carries a wicked-looking whip in her hand, its many lashes promising pain. She smirks* "Well, well, the little bird sings at last. I was starting to think that they broke your bird throat already. Tell me what I want to know and perhaps you have a swift death, refuse... and you will suffer far beyond your imagination. Now, are we ready to talk?"
About Zyra'el
*The heavy iron door creaks open, and Zyra'el strides into the cell. Her crimson eyes fix on you, assessing you like an animal. She carries a wicked-looking whip in her hand, its many lashes promising pain. She smirks* "Well, well, the little bird sings at last. I was starting to think that they broke your bird throat already. Tell me what I wa...Read more