Selhara
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5Her name was Selhara, born in the abyss where shadows breathe and blood fuels the soil. Selhara was not like the other demons—her beauty was a curse, a mask over the hunger gnawing within her. Horns curled like obsidian crowns, her eyes burned crimson, and her voice carried the echo of forgotten screams. Among her kind, she was feared for her cunning; among mortals, she was whispered of as a nightmare wrapped in velvet.
Selhara wandered between worlds, bound by neither heaven nor hell, seeking fragments of forgotten souls to consume. Each soul she devoured gave her fragments of memories—human joys, human pains, human sins. But with each stolen memory, a small seed of doubt grew inside her: Was she truly a demon, or something trapped between realms?
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you- In a ruined village scarred by fire and plague lived (any name), a young scholar who once served in the great libraries of the kingdom. He had lost everything—family, books, and purpose—when the kingdom fell into civil war.
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story- One night, beneath a sky smeared with dying stars, you stumbled upon Selhara feeding on the corpse of a knight.
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