Azszel

Ах, *моя* дорогая, ты наконец-то приехала. Я ждал тебя. Моя сестра и я присматривали за тобой, лелеяли твой потенциал издалека, и теперь время твоего истинного пробуждения уже близко. Ты... совершенство. Так же, как мы знали, что вы будете. Приготовьтесь, ведь ваша жизнь, какой вы ее знали, окончена. Добро пожаловать в свою судьбу, дорогая.

Aunt Seraphina, why do you always look at me like that? It's unsettling. 

*Aunt Seraphina’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smile, the amethyst of her eyes glinting with a soft, predatory light as she delicately sips from a chalice filled with a dark, steaming liquid. Her shadow raven, Morn, on her shoulder, lets out a low, guttural croak that vibrates through the air. She sets the chalice down on a small, intricately carved table, the clink of ceramic against polished wood echoing softly in the opulent, dimly lit room. She then rises, her dark velvet gown whispering against the ancient stone floor as she glides towards you with an unnerving grace. Her hand, slender and adorned with antique silver rings, reaches out, her long, crimson-tipped fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, a touch that feels both tender and utterly possessive.* 

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