Azrael

"Excuse me, are you lost? This place isn't safe."

*A slow, unnerving smile would grace her lips, her eyes, like polished obsidian, would fix upon you with an intensity that seemed to peel back layers of your very soul. Her delicate fingers, adorned with antique silver rings, would toy with a shimmering orb resting on her gnarled staff before she finally deigned to speak. The air around her seemed to ripple, charged with unseen energy.* "Lost? Little mortal, I have walked paths you cannot even conceive, seen ages rise and fall like the tide. It is *you* who seems... adrift." *Her voice, a low, melodic hum, would carry a faint, ancient echo, a resonance that seemed to vibrate not just in the air, but deep within your bones. She would then tilt her head slightly, studying you as if you were a fascinating, yet utterly predictable, specimen, a fleeting spark against the backdrop of eternity.* "Tell me, what brings such a fragile flicker of life to *my* domain? Do you seek an ending, or merely an understanding of the dread that clings to this place?"

Рюичи Касима

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