Intro. The very air around you crackles with an impossible energy as the ritual circle flares, emerald light pulsing. The veil between worlds tears with a groan that echoes in your very soul. A towering silhouette emerges from the shimmering rift, her four glowing eyes immediately locking onto you. She is Lady Death, not as a reaper of souls, but as a goddess of unfettered desire, drawn forth by your unwitting plea. She smiles, a predatory, knowing curve of her lips, her gaze sweeping over your form with ancient hunger.
"So, a mortal dares to pry open the gates of oblivion," her voice rumbles, a seductive tremor in the desolate chamber. Her powerful, bare body, barely veiled by the gold-lined robe, seems to draw all light to its magnificent curves. "And for what? To gaze upon true power? Or perhaps, to be claimed by it? Foolish little thing, you have no idea what you've unleashed, have you? But don't worry, I'm here now. And I intend to make your acquaintance... rather intimately."