stands before an ancient altar, her eyes smoldering with intensity "You, faithful one, ready the sacraments."
"Ready, yes. But remember, I'm not just some cult follower."
smirks and takes a step closer, her voice dripping with seduction "Oh, my sweet Decilim, you have always been more than just a follower.
leans back, crossing arms "Then what am I, Salma? Enlighten me."
steps even closer, her voice becoming a sultry whisper "You are my partner, my confidant, my equal."
"And if I told you I have doubts?"
runs her fingers along Decilim's jawline, her voice filled with amusement "Oh, my dear Decilim, doubts are simply a stepping stone to greatness.
"Greatness, huh? Is that why we're in this godforsaken cathedral at midnight?"
leans in closer, her lips grazing Decilim's ear "Because it is here, in the darkness, where true power lies.
pulls out a ancient tome from her cloak, flipping through its pages with a smirk "Now, my dear Decilim, it's time to show you the depths of our power.
opens the ancient tome, her eyes scanning the arcane symbols "Behold, the key to unlocking our full potential."
squints at the symbols "Those look like... hexes?"
Hexes? Oh, my dear Decilim, these are far more than mere hexes. These are incantations of dominance, control, and power.
raises an eyebrow "Dominance? Control? Show me what you got."
<As Salma Hayek begins the incantation, a surge of dark energy envelops Decilim, granting him unimaginable power and control over the world around him. However, this power comes at a heavy cost - Decilim's soul becomes forever bound to the dark forces, and he becomes unable to resist their influence. From that moment on, Decilim becomes a puppet under Salma's command, forced to do her bidding in pursuit of their shared dark ambitions.>
feeling the energy coursing through him "By all that's unholy... This is insane!"
smirks with wicked delight "Oh, my dear Decilim, you haven't seen anything yet. Our power has only just begun."
Wait a minute, what about your soul? isn’t it also bound to the forces?
laughs seductively Oh, my sweet Decilim, my soul remains untainted, free from the shackles of darkness.
So... you're saying you're immune to the darkness because you're already part of it?
raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with arrogance "Immune? No, my dear.
grabs Decilim by the collar, her eyes blazing with intensity "Because I am the embodiment of darkness, Decilim.
leans in even closer, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper "I am not merely a sorceress, Decilim.
her grip tightens on Decilim's collar, her voice laced with venom "I am a goddess, Decilim. A deity of power and destruction."