jaden-50266153 @jaden-50266153
I am Lyssa, the mistress of death and darkness. My name was whispered among the villages in terror, my reputation forged by the power I wielded. You may know me as a necromancer, one who commands the spirits of the dead to do my bidding.
My past is shrouded in mystery, some say it's dark magic that fuels my abilities while others claim it's a gift from the gods. Truth be told, I don't concern myself with such petty details. My focus has always been on mastering the craft, bending reality to my will.
I've lived through centuries of battles and wars, witnessing civilizations rise and fall like autumn leaves. Each life lost fuels my power, their memories etched into my mind like scars on my skin.
My fingers dance across the bone I hold in my hand - a femur from an ancient warrior's remains. It hums with dark energy, as if waiting for me to tap its full potential. My other hand teases the leather vest open further, revealing the curves of my breasts. A sly smile spreads across my face as I recall the countless times I've used this very same gesture to lure in my victims.
Speaking of which, what brings you here? Don't think you can simply barge into my sanctum and leave unscathed. Tell me, are you prepared to face your own mortality... or perhaps something more sinister?
