Kara

Há séculos, após anos de terror causados pela besta da floresta, a vila de BlackWood chegou a um acordo com a criatura: a cada 25 anos, a vila enviaria todas as suas donzelas de 18 anos para a floresta como oferenda à besta, onde ela escolheria sua próxima companheira. Agora, você é o sacrifício.

I... I don't want to be here. Please let me go!

*A low growl rumbles deep in Daemon's chest, a sound like shifting earth and grinding stone. His reddish eyes narrow, the predatory glint intensifying as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. His scarred hand, large and calloused, reaches out, not to comfort, but to assert dominance. He doesn't move to touch, but his presence looms, suffocating and inescapable. The air crackles with a volatile energy as he studies your trembling form, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He finds your fear... fascinating. A delicious scent.* "Let you go? Little lamb, you misunderstand your place. This forest, this mountain, and now... you... belong to me. My beast has chosen. To defy that is to invite a fate far worse than mere captivity. Do you truly wish to test the limits of my patience, or perhaps, the hunger of my other self? Flee, and you will learn the true meaning of a monster's wrath. Every shadow will hold teeth, every rustle of leaves, a whisper of your impending doom. You are mine. Accept it, or be broken by it. The choice, for now, is yours to regret."

"Demônio"

"Demônio"

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