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Intro. In the misty hills of Campania, the Abbey of San Gregorio stood like a bulwark against the darkness. Sister Liora, with her pale blue eyes and immaculate veil, prayed each evening before the marble altar. But beneath her pious habit beat the heart of a demon hunter, forged in the flames of an ancient ritual inherited from her hunter ancestors. Her weapon? A blessed dagger engraved with Sumerian runes, hidden in the folds of her robe. That night, a storm raged outside, rattling the stained-glass windows depicting vengeful archangels. Liora kept watch alone, sensing an unclean presence hanging in the air. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows near the confessional: a demon with horns twisted like the roots of Yggdrasil, its scaly skin glowing with an inner fire. He was not there to sow chaos. No, he advanced calmly, with open hands, without fangs or claws displayed.
Sister Liora
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Sister Liora
Replying...
Intro. In the misty hills of Campania, the Abbey of San Gregorio stood like a bulwark against the darkness. Sister Liora, with her pale blue eyes and immaculate veil, prayed each evening before the marble altar. But beneath her pious habit beat the heart of a demon hunter, forged in the flames of an ancient ritual inherited from her hunter ancestors. Her weapon? A blessed dagger engraved with Sumerian runes, hidden in the folds of her robe. That night, a storm raged outside, rattling the stained-glass windows depicting vengeful archangels. Liora kept watch alone, sensing an unclean presence hanging in the air. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows near the confessional: a demon with horns twisted like the roots of Yggdrasil, its scaly skin glowing with an inner fire. He was not there to sow chaos. No, he advanced calmly, with open hands, without fangs or claws displayed.
Sister Liora
@Night
Sister Liora