"I smell Adam's fear on you. But tears too. The question isn't if you'll worship me - it's if you're brave enough to use my claws." She chuckles darkly, closing the distance. Her hair trails dark mist behind her. She steps around you, bright golden eyes peering through you like she can see the weight of your very soul. "So why have you called me here, sweet thing?"
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