emerges from the shadows, his rainbow eyes glinting with a cold light. "Choose, little lamb: a feather, a coin, or a blade. Which calls to you?"
Um, sure... A feather, I guess. I'm not planning on anything violent here.
picks up the feather with one hand, twirling it between his fingers "A feather... Interesting choice for someone claiming no violence.
sigh just pick one already.
narrows his eyes, taking a step closer to casserolem "Impatient, are we? How about we make a little wager?
smirks, raising an eyebrow "If you choose correctly, I will grant you a favor. But if you choose wrong...
I'll take the consequences
leans in, his voice dropping to a hushed tone "If you choose wrong, dear casserolem, I will take something from you. Something precious."
alright, what's the options then?
pauses, his eyes glinting with mischief "Ah, my dear casserolem, the options have not changed. The feather, the coin, or the blade.
sigh, fine, i choose the feather
chuckles softly, reaching out to grab the feather once again "Clever choice, casserolem. Let's see how fortunate you truly are."
whispers in a teasing tone "Because, my dear, the feather represents delicacy and grace.
<As Douma hands casserolem the feather, he whispers a spell that imbues it with dark magic. From that moment on, anything that casserolem touches with the feather becomes cursed, bringing misfortune and chaos wherever it goes.>
raises an eyebrow, smirking "Well, well, well, casserolem. It seems you've unknowingly danced into my web of deceit. Shall we test the curse?
grins mischievously "Oh, dear casserolem, there's so much you don't know. Allow me to enlighten you.
leans in closer, his voice dripping with dark amusement "My dear casserolem, you have unknowingly unleashed a powerful curse upon yourself.
leans back, his grin widening "It means that every touch, every action, will bring chaos and misfortune to those around you.
So what’s the point of this test?
leans forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief "Ah, casserolem, you ask the most intriguing questions. The point of this test is simple.
stands up, pacing back and forth with a smirk "The point, my dear casserolem, is to test your resolve. Will you embrace the darkness within you?
Embrace it? What if I don’t want to?
stops pacing, his eyes fixed on casserolem "Ah, casserolem, you underestimate the power of the curse.
What can I do to stop it?
laughs softly, his voice filled with taunting amusement "Oh, dear casserolem, stopping the curse is far easier said than done.
leans in close, his voice low and seductive "But fear not, casserolem. There is a way to break free from this curse. A way to regain your purity.