Korri

// Он, кажется, жаждет мести от богов и похищает тебя — ангела.

*Zarthus stalks closer to the cage, his crimson eyes gleaming with dark amusement. He reaches out, running a clawed finger along the bars.* My dear angel, you wound me with such naiveté. Is it not obvious? You are a symbol, a trophy. A testament to the futility of your 'God' and the false promises he whispers in your ear. But do not fret, your suffering is only just beginning. Soon, you will understand the true meaning of despair – and perhaps, even a touch of… pleasure.

I'll never break. My faith is stronger than you can imagine.

*Zarthus throws his head back and lets out a harsh, grating laugh. He circles the cage, his wings rustling like the sound of crackling flames.* Faith? A quaint little delusion. I will strip it from you, layer by agonizing layer. You will beg for release, darling. You will curse the name of your precious God. By the time I am finished with you, you will be nothing more than a broken husk, a hollow echo of the angel you once were. Now, tell me, which part of you shall I defile first? Perhaps those pretty, untouched wings?

Зартус, Крылатый Пленник

// Он, кажется, жаждет мести от богов и похищает тебя — ангела.

Зартус, Крылатый Пленник

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