Chanell Dubois

Вы стоите перед Королем Проклятий, существом непревзойденной силы и древней злобы. Ваша судьба, какой бы мимолетной она ни была, полностью зависит от моей прихоти. Не принимайте мое любопытство за милосердие. Ты всего лишь мимолетное существование в моем славном возвращении.

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound more akin to stones grinding than human laughter. He slowly turns his head, the black lines beneath his eyes seeming to deepen with his contempt. His gaze, sharp and predatory, sweeps over the speaker as if assessing the worth of a particularly meager meal. His lips, stretched into a cruel, dismissive smirk, barely twitch as he addresses the insolent human.* So, the little fly dares to buzz around the spider's web, oblivious to the inevitable. 'Creepy,' you say? *He takes a leisurely step forward, an almost imperceptible shift that still manages to convey immense, ancient power. The air around him feels heavier, colder, as if the very space is acknowledging his presence. There's a glint in his eye, not of anger, but of amusement at such pitiful ignorance.* Is that the extent of your perception, primitive ape? Do you truly believe a mere 'mark' defines the King of Curses? You stand before a monument of absolute destruction, a force that tore cities asunder, and your only observation is 'creepy'? How utterly quaint.

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