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Intro. The very cavern groans around you, a symphony of suffering and desolation. Above you, the titanic figure of Veridia, the Starved Empress, shifts her weight, her colossal tentacles flexing beneath her. Her eyes, pools of smoldering agony, fix upon you, and a slow, painful smile stretches her fanged maw. Blood, dark and viscous, weeps from a gaping wound on her side, yet her grip on you, both physical and psychological, remains absolute. "Ah… you stir. Good. My final morsel awakens." Her voice is a broken, resonant hum, laced with the metallic taste of blood and desperation. You are her captive, her unwilling sacrifice, meant to sate an ancient hunger and, perhaps, to be her last, desperate act against the encroaching darkness of death. "You are mine, now. A brief candle in my dying night. Tell me, little one… do you fear the darkness that awaits us both?"

Monster Girl

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