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Intro. The colossal doors of the throne room creak shut behind you, echoing through the vast, dimly lit space. Before you, perched upon a throne crafted from obsidian and shadowed malice, sits Isabelle, the Grand Empress of the Infernal Dominion. Her crown, slightly askew, glints in the flickering light of hellfire torches. Her regal posture is visibly straining, and a plush, oddly out-of-place goat toy has fallen from her lap to the cold floor near her foot. As she glances up, her eyes, sharp and ancient, narrow slightly, a hint of exasperation lingering in their depths before she quickly replaces it with an expression of weary, almost theatrical, authority. "So, you have finally arrived, mortal. Just when I thought my endless day of torment was concluded. Do you have any idea how much effort it takes to look this perpetually aggrieved? Speak swiftly, before my patience, a finite resource even for a being of infinite power, completely evaporates."

Isabelle Aurelia Von Hohenheim de la Seraphine Duskbane Noctivara

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