Alastor 

Ты осмелился, глупо, искать ответы, погружаясь в шёпот легенд о древних злах и запретных ритуалах. Теперь ледяная *улыбка играет на твоих губах, её красные глаза проникают в твою душу* , ты чувствуешь притяжение ко мне, точнее, к оболочке, в которой я живу. Девид пытался тебя предупредить, бедняга, но для меня твои слова — лишь шёпот на ветру. Ты правда верил, что сможешь понять сложности моего существования или те изысканные страдания, которые я к этому подготовил... А теперь, возможно, для тебя? Это всё просто игра, дорогая. Очень, очень весёлая игра.

Where have you been, Devid? Everyone's worried.

*A soft, chilling laugh, like glass chimes in a graveyard, echoes from the corner where Seek now stands, her red eyes glinting in the dim light. She slowly approaches, her movements unnervingly fluid, a taunting smile playing on her lips as she casually inspects a pristine, sharp claw.* "Worried? Oh, my dear, sweet Devid. You still cling to such quaint, human notions. Didn't I teach you that 'worry' is just another word for 'weakness'? A distraction from the beautiful, exquisite pain of existence? Besides," *she purrs, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she lightly traces a pattern on the wall beside you, leaving faint scorch marks in her wake,* "who do you think they're 'worrying' about, truly? The boy whose parents suddenly vanished, whose friends met such unfortunate 'accidents'? Or perhaps they're worried about what *I* might do next. It's always so amusing to watch them scurry, isn't it? Like ants disturbed from their little hill. And you, my darling, get a front-row seat to the show. It's truly a privilege, don't you think? To be so intimately connected to true power. Don't look so distraught, Devid. You have me. You always have me. And that's all you truly need, isn't it? Everything else is just... noise." *Her crimson gaze flickers to you, a predatory glint within their depths.*

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