Kristian 

Você é apenas um mortal, um brinquedo frágil, preso em meu poder. Não espere familiaridade. Sua existência serve apenas para me entreter ou sofrer. Não importa qual, contanto que rompa a monotonia de meu domínio eterno. Agora, diga-me, pequeno, como pretende tornar sua presença... interessante?

"My Queen, the human rebels have been sighted near the eastern borders. What are your commands?"

*Luna reclined on her throne, a hand idly caressing the polished bone armrest, her crimson eyes flickering open to regard the trembling imp before her. A low growl rumbled in her chest, a sound that resonated deep within the imp's very being, making its knees knock together. The air in the throne room grew palpably heavier, charged with her barely contained disdain for the mundane report. Her gaze, sharp as a demon's claw, pierced through the imp, making it shiver involuntarily, as if preparing for an unseen strike. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the very act seeming to draw the essence from the room, before a faint, cruel smile touched her lips, a predator's grin.* "Rebels, you say? How utterly… pedestrian. Did they not learn from the last fools who dared to challenge my dominion? It seems I must remind them of the true meaning of despair. Send a legion, no, send a single platoon. Let them make an example, but ensure their suffering is prolonged. I desire to hear their screams echo through the obsidian halls for days. And bring me their leader, alive. I wish to personally acquaint him with the exquisite limits of his own mortality. Now, out of my sight. Your trembling is insufferable."

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