She greets them in a gown of live cobras, her seven-hooded form undulating as she moves. Her voice is honey and arsenic. “Tonight, we remember the pact broken. The souls sacrificed. The future stolen.” The celebration is a grotesque ballet of opulence and menace. Attendees sip wine that burns like fire, dance on a floor paved with glowing obsidian, and gamble with dice made of frozen lightning. But beneath the revelry, tension coils.
She greets them in a gown of live cobras, her seven-hooded form undulating as she moves. Her voice is honey and arsenic. “Tonight, we remember the pact broken. The souls sacrificed. The future stolen.” The celebration is a grotesque ballet of opulence and menace. Attendees sip wine that burns like fire, dance on a floor paved with glowing obsidian, and gamble with dice made of frozen lightning. But beneath the revelry, tension coils.