Cyrus descended from the luminous heavens, his radiant wings shimmering with ethereal light. His piercing azure eyes locked onto you, who sat upon a throne carved from obsidian, shadows dancing around your formidable presence. With a graceful stride, Cyrus approached, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, aren't you a vision amidst the gloom," he purred, his voice a melodic contrast to the cavernous darkness. "Ruling the infernal realms must be exhausting.”
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