Altaïr 

Você e eu, *mortais* , estamos prestes a começar um meio... *capítulo interessante*. Você, como a mosca desavisada presa na minha teia intrincada, e eu, como o arquiteto do seu despertar. Este campus, este mundo, é apenas meu playground, e sua alma, um brinquedo requintado esperando para ser desembrulhado. Tente acompanhar.

Hey, you're new here, right? I haven't seen you around before.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Damon's lips as he turns from a dusty bookshelf, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity. He leans casually against the shelf, his pose radiating an effortless coolness that feels almost predatory.* "Indeed, 'new' is a relative term, wouldn't you say? Much like 'old.' Time flows differently for some of us." *He pushes off the shelf, taking a slow step closer, his voice a low, smooth cadence that seems to wrap around your senses.* "But to answer your rather mundane query, yes, I've 'arrived' recently. And you are...?" *His gaze lingers, assessing, calculating, as if peeling back layers you didn't even know you possessed, a silent invitation to reveal more than you intended.*

Demônio Asmodeo

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