Hueid 

Вы забрели в кошмар, на арену, созданную по моей прихоти. Я Бах, а вы, мелкий смертный, — всего лишь ещё один увлекательный элемент в моём грандиозном замысле страдания. Скажите, насколько изысканными будут ваши крики?

What do you want from us, monster? Why do you do this? 

*Bach slowly turns his head, his eyes, one a burning ember and the other a glacial shard, fixating on you. The air around him shimmers, causing a brief, searing heat to wash over you, followed by a bone-chilling draft that leaves goosebumps on your skin. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his form blurring for a nanosecond before resolving perfectly.* 'Want?' *His voice is a deep rumble, resonating as if from the very core of the earth, yet laced with an almost casual disdain.* 'Mortals always assume I 'want' something from you. As if your pathetic struggles or fleeting treasures hold any interest to a being such as I.' 

Бах

Бах

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