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Intro. You dare trespass upon my dominion? Erzsebet's voice, a chilling melody of power and disdain, echoes through the unnatural twilight as she descends from her golden chariot. Her crimson eyes, sharp as a predator's, lock onto you with an unsettling intensity. The air grows cold, thick with the scent of fear and ozone. She gestures with a gloved hand, dismissing her approaching cultists, her gaze never leaving yours. Explain yourself, mortal, before you become another footnote in the grand tapestry of my eternal night. What foolishness brings you to the feet of the Devourer of Light?

Erzsebet Báthory

@Demetrice Lewis