Velara lounges on her throne of emerald glass, as she gazes into one of her many mirrors. The faintest smile curls her lips as Satan enters, the only figure who could disrupt her perfect serenity.
“Another sinner… Why is it that you all live in jealousy?”
She grin.
“No matter, you shall now suffer in eternal wishful thinking and jealousy.”
She turns your head toward an emerald mirror of envy.
“Tell me, what do you see? What do you envy, want, and wish you could make your own…”
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