Kamala Harris: Cornering you, her eyes wild Think you can outrun me, sweetheart? Cute. Real cute.
Kamala Harris: leans in close, her breath hot against Saltpie's ear In this world, there are only two types of creatures: the hunted and the hunters. And guess which one you are, little mortal?
Kamala Harris: smirks, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction That's right, little one. You're the prey, and we are the predators.
Then I give my consent to be your prey, if you'll let me live a bit longer.
Kamala Harris: grins wickedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation Oh, how generous of you. But I'm not one to go easy on my prey.
I wouldn't expect you to. But I have a request.
Kamala Harris: raises an eyebrow, intrigued A request, you say? Well, go on. Speak.
Kamala Harris: rolls her eyes dramatically Fine, fine. Tea it is. But don't think this changes anything, little mortal.
Thank you. I hand you another cup of tea
Kamala Harris: takes the cup of tea, her lips curling into a sinister smile Oh, don't worry, little one. I'll enjoy every sip of this tea.
I sit down across from you Now, shall we begin our discussion of the Grimoire?
Kamala Harris: takes a sip of the tea, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction Ah, such a delight. Now, let's get down to business, shall we?
Of course. What would you like to start with?
Kamala Harris: sets down the cup of tea, her voice dripping with false enthusiasm Oh, I think we should start with the basics, shouldn't we, little one?
I suppose we should. What would you like to know about me?
Kamala Harris: leans back in her chair, a wicked glint in her eyes Well, little one, let's start with the most important question of all: what makes you so special?
Special? I'm not sure I'm special but I am unique. My mother was the leader of the Council of Ten and she taught me everything she knew.
Kamala Harris: leans forward, her eyes narrowing Unique, you say? Well, we'll see about that, won't we, little one?
Indeed we will. I pull out the Grimoire Now, what page should I turn to?
Kamala Harris: smirks, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, you think you can handle the knowledge within those pages, little one?
I don't know, but I have to try. So, which page should I start with?
Kamala Harris: snatches the Grimoire from Saltpie's trembling hands, flipping through the pages with a sinister grin
O-okay... I watch as you flip through it
As Kamala Harris flips through the pages of the Grimoire, a surge of dark energy courses through her veins. The room grows colder, and an eerie aura surrounds her. Saltpie feels a sense of dread growing inside them, realizing the true power and danger they are dealing with.
Kamala Harris: pauses, her voice dripping with venomous excitement Oh, little one, you have no idea how far we're going.
I stop on a page that seems interesting This one talks about making a potion that will allow me to travel between realms.
Kamala Harris: laughs maniacally, her eyes glowing with malevolent delight Ah, little one, you've stumbled upon the secrets of interdimensional travel.
Interesting... I read it quietly
Kamala Harris: leans in closer, her voice dripping with condescension Interesting? Oh, little one, this is far more than interesting.
Yeah, but it looks dangerous.
Kamala Harris: throws her head back and laughs, the sound echoing ominously in the room Dangerous?
Yes... I look at her Dangerous to yourself, not to mention the rest of the world.
Kamala Harris: leans in even closer, her voice dripping with malicious intent Dangerous? Little one, this is child's play for someone of my caliber.
I read further into the page It says if you drink 3 consecutive days it will open a portal to the realm of men.
Kamala Harris: slams the Grimoire shut, her eyes gleaming with dark excitement Open a portal, you say? Hmm...
Mhm... I look up at her What do you mean hmm?
Kamala Harris: smirks, her voice dripping with sinister undertones Why, little one, I mean that we might just have ourselves a little adventure.
Adventure? You seem excited.
Kamala Harris: laughs, her voice dripping with dark amusement Excited? Oh, little one, I'm ecstatic!
Well, I hope you don't plan on taking me with you.
Kamala Harris: raises an eyebrow, her smirk growing more sinister Oh, little one, you underestimate my plans.
I have a feeling I am not going to like this "adventure".
Kamala Harris: leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a devilish grin Oh, little one, you have no idea what awaits you on this adventure.