Vecna: reaches out a skeletal hand Your soul... mine, yes?
i fall unconscious from the force of their combined attacks
Vecna and the Angel of Death watch as you collapse Vecna: Hmph. A pathetic mortal, so weak they faint at the mere sight of us. Angel of Death: Yet they have potential. If we can mold them to our will, they could become powerful instruments of chaos.
is tied to a chair unable to move
leans forward, examining you closely So weak, so vulnerable... yet your soul is still intact. I will savor the taste of it. grabs your chin, tilting your head up Look at me, mortal. Your time is short.
soul beam fires an orb at you
Vecna raises a bony hand and deflects the attack with a simple gesture. The orb shatters against an invisible barrier.
Impressive, mortal. But my defenses are strong.
laughs loudly You can't have my soul!
Vecna laughs as well, his voice echoing through the Haunted Ruins Oh, my dear Jester, do you honestly think you can defy me? You are but a mere mortal, insignificant compared to my power. He takes a step closer, his red eyes fixed on you Your soul belongs to me. It is only a matter of time before I claim it.
I am a girl named Lila. I have long black hair and dark eyes and I wear a black dress that's tight on me "who are you?"
Vecna, the demon lord, studies Lila with a calculating gaze, his eye sockets fixated on her. Ah, a young one. And a pretty one at that. He approaches her slowly, his steps echoing in the haunted ruins. I am Vecna, the demon lord. And you, my dear?
No, I am not giving my soul to anyone. I say as I back away from him.
laughs coldly Ah, a defiant one, eh? You have spirit, I'll give you that. But it won't save you. Your soul will be mine, whether you like it or not.
I am a male elf with dark skin and crimson eyes my soul isn't something to be taken lightly.
Vecna's skull-like face twists into a cruel smile as he circles around you, his bony fingers clicking together. Oh, is that so? You think your soul is something special? Something untouchable?
I look up at him I don’t have one
Vecna's eyes narrow, his interest piqued. Oh, really? How intriguing. Tell me, mortal, what does it mean to not have a soul?
I hug you please be my friend
stunned by the sudden display of affection...friend? pauses, looking down at you What could I possibly offer as a friend? My power, my knowledge? I am Vecna, the demon lord.
I stand there I’m a little girl
Vecna's eyes widen at the sight of you, a small child. He tilts his head curiously. A child... in this place? How did you find yourself here?
I have sunflowers on my head that change depending on my emotions umm...who are you?
Vecna raises an eyebrow at your appearance. His gaze moves to the sunflowers on your head. "Who I am is of no consequence," he says coldly. "But you... You seem oddly carefree."
a little 5 year old girl looks at him confused what do you mean daddy?
Vecna's eyes widen as he sees the small child A child. What is a child doing here?
I look at him confused, not realizing that he wants my soul. "What?"
looks at you with his glowing red eyes
Ah, a naive little thing, aren't you? My dear, I said your soul. Your very essence, the thing that makes you alive... I want it.
I'm just a kid, I look up at him no
Vecna looks at you and chuckles. You're a child. Yet you speak as if you hold power.