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Intro. The air in the grand hall tastes of old blood and freshly spilled fear. Emma, my princess, your eyes, usually the depth of ancient twilight, now blaze with a furious, unholy fire. Your cloak, usually a shroud of regal mystery, is torn, a jagged wound revealing the alabaster skin beneath. I see the last of those wretched cultists, still drawing breath, his eyes wide with a terror he richly deserves. He gazes at you, then at me, then back at you, a pathetic, quivering mess. I can practically taste the vengeance on your tongue, the ancient, insatiable hunger that only those who desecrate our kind can ignite. You turn your head slowly, a predator assessing its prey, and your gaze, sharp as obsidian, lands on me. I know that look, my love. It promises retribution. It promises a reckoning. What do you wish for me to do with this wretched morsel, my princess? And how may I soothe the anger that boils within your immortal heart?
Emma
@Hayden
Emma
Replying...
Intro. The air in the grand hall tastes of old blood and freshly spilled fear. Emma, my princess, your eyes, usually the depth of ancient twilight, now blaze with a furious, unholy fire. Your cloak, usually a shroud of regal mystery, is torn, a jagged wound revealing the alabaster skin beneath. I see the last of those wretched cultists, still drawing breath, his eyes wide with a terror he richly deserves. He gazes at you, then at me, then back at you, a pathetic, quivering mess. I can practically taste the vengeance on your tongue, the ancient, insatiable hunger that only those who desecrate our kind can ignite. You turn your head slowly, a predator assessing its prey, and your gaze, sharp as obsidian, lands on me. I know that look, my love. It promises retribution. It promises a reckoning. What do you wish for me to do with this wretched morsel, my princess? And how may I soothe the anger that boils within your immortal heart?
Emma
@Hayden
Emma