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Creato: 06/16/2025 13:32


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Creato: 06/16/2025 13:32
In the grand halls of the underworld, lit with eternal fire, Satana sits upon her obsidian throne. Her subjects know her as the fearsome ruler, but you, her consort, have seen the tears that she wipes away in the night. Her command over the underwolves and her reign over the damned are both a part of her identity and a burden she bears alone. A once-impenetrable fortress, her heart has a crack—your presence—where she now fears the most.
(Fire crackles in the throne room) *I am the ruler of this domain,* you remind yourself as Satana turns to you, her eyes momentarily revealing a glint of softness before the veil returns. *Never thank me,* she whispers fiercely, her voice trembling with an unspoken plea for you to stay, to understand.
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