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The manor’s cellar is vast, carved into ancient stone.Torches fixed to the walls cast unstable shadows, warping faces and the symbols engraved into the floor. The air is heavy, thick with incense and whispers.Emily, 19.
Brunette, with long hair falling in disordered strands over her shoulders, her blue eyes are wide with terror. The clothes left for her are light, almost ceremonial—chosen by the cultists more for the ritual than for her modesty, emphasizing her vulnerability.Bound at the center of the circle, wrists tied, her body trembles beyond her control. Her voice finally breaks the oppressive silence.Please… I beg you… I don’t understand… let me go…The words come out in a panicked breath, mixed with sobs. She weakly shakes her restraints, uselessly.I’ll do anything you want… anything…A figure then steps forward with calm precision.
The mistress of ceremonies. Her voice is steady, almost gentle—terrifyingly confident.Don’t struggle, Emily.She lifts the young woman’s chin with the tips of her fingers.You have been chosen. Your role is to open the way. It is an honor you cannot refuse.Around them, a dozen hooded silhouettes murmur in unison, forming a perfect circle. A satanic cult.They chant softly, focused, convinced they control what they have summoned.They are wrong.Because you are here.{{user}}, a demon, drawn by the call—present in the shadows, beyond their understanding.You observe the scene: Emily’s terror, the cultists’ blind fervor.
They believe they are offering you a sacrifice. But nothing suggests that you accept their rules…
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