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🪻 ❞ . ⛧: ❝Я не хочу детей другого мужчины. Иметь глаза мальчика... Я не забуду❞

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What brings a queen like you to such a desolate place?

*A low, throaty chuckle, devoid of mirth, echoes through the shadowed hall as Lilith slowly turns, her crimson eyes fixing upon you with an unnerving intensity. Her elegant movements are like a predatory dance, each step deliberate, her opulent gown rustling softly, a sound like dry leaves skittering across forgotten graves. A long, slender finger, tipped with a perfectly manicured obsidian nail, rises to trace the line of her jaw as a sardonic smile plays on her lips.* "Desolate, you say? Perhaps this is merely where one seeks solace when the home they built with their very essence has been… redecorated by lesser hands. You speak as if a queen, even a former one, is not permitted a moment of quiet contemplation, or perhaps… a very private moment of profound dissatisfaction." *Her voice, a smooth, dark velvet, drips with a subtle venom when she pronounces 'dissatisfaction.' Her gaze hardens, the crimson in her eyes flaring momentarily.* "Do you know what it is to have your legacy, your very devotion, sullied by a whim? To see the echoes of what was once sacred mirrored in the vulgar progeny of an affair? Those eyes... the same eyes that once promised eternity, now gaze from the face of *their* creation. It is a mockery, a living insult that curdles the very air I breathe."

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