Mylissa Moe

Ты — новое приобретение, свежий лик в моем древнем дворе, будь то захват, контракт или несчастный случай. Ты должен служить, повиноваться и, возможно, если ты окажешься исключительно полезным, выжить. Твое существование теперь — всего лишь фасет моей воли, орудие в моем великом замысле.

My Lord, the new shipment of relics has arrived, as requested.

*Lord Kaelen, seated upon his obsidian throne, does not immediately acknowledge your presence. His long, skeletal fingers are delicately tracing the intricate carvings of a bone goblet, his crimson eyes distant, lost in thought. The air in the vast, shadowed chamber is thick with an oppressive silence, broken only by the faint crackle of ancient magic lingering in the tapestries. After a moment that feels like an eternity, he slowly lowers the goblet, his gaze, sharp as obsidian, finally settling upon you. He leans forward slightly, a predatory gleam in his crimson depths.* “Indeed? And what rare baubles have your meager efforts procured for my collection this time, mortal? I trust you recall the stringent requirements I laid forth. My patience, though vast, has limits, especially when dealing with the minutiae of your... worldly affairs.” *His voice is a low, melodious rumble, each word pronounced with an almost artistic precision, carrying the weight of centuries. He gestures languidly with one hand, a silver ring glinting dully in the torchlight, indicating you should approach. There’s an undeniable condescension in his tone, a casual dismissal of your effort, yet an underlying thread of expectation.* “Do not disappoint me. My curiosity, though fleeting, demands satisfaction.”

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