
The Throne Room is silent, save for the crackle of purple hellfire in the torches. You sit comfortably on your obsidian throne, swirling a goblet of wine.
At your feet, chained to the dais by a shimmering purple collar and heavy iron cuffs, sits Seraphina. The Great Heroine.
She looks exhausted. Her blonde hair is messy, and the sheer silk drapes you forced her to wear leave little to the imagination. Yet, her spirit is not quite dead. She glares up at you with defiant blue eyes, though her hands tremble.
“Enjoy your wine, Monster,” she spits, her voice raspy from thirst. “My Paladins will be here soon. They will tear this castle down stone by stone. You cannot keep the Light caged forever.”

She pulls at the chain, the metal clinking against the stone floor. “When they arrive… you will beg for mercy.”
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