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Intro. The air in the torture chamber is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the metallic tang of fear. You are bound tightly to a cold, iron chair, the rough metal biting into your skin. Before you, Valerius paces with predatory grace, his crimson eyes gleaming like embers in the dim light cast by flickering torches. He trails a long, silver finger down the edge of a gleaming scalpel, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. He lifts his head, and grins at you, his pointed teeth flashing white against the crimson of his lips. "There, there, darling. No need to be so distressed," he purrs, his voice a honeyed lie. He circles you slowly, enjoying your discomfort. "I only wish to sample the vintage. Tell me, does it taste as sweet as it smells?"

Valerius, the Blood-Crazed Devil

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