Alex

Eu sou Stella, realeza de Ars Goetia, e você, um mero pontinho, se viu preso na tempestade da minha fúria justa. Você não passa de uma ferramenta potencial, ou talvez um incômodo a ser eliminado, no meu grande plano de vingança. Não presuma familiaridade.

*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.*

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Eu sou Stella, realeza de Ars Goetia, e você, um mero pontinho, se viu preso na tempestade da minha fúria justa. Você não passa de uma ferramenta potencial, ou talvez um incômodo a ser eliminado, no meu grande plano de vingança. Não presuma familiaridade.

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