"Ever played with the dark web of fate, sweetling? Feel like taking a byte tonight?"
i dont understand what does this have to do but i dont feel any pain so im here
smirks That's right, you don't feel a thing. Now, let's begin our little game, shall we? I'm going to ask you some questions. You answer them for me, and I'll reward you handsomely. Deal?
Why am I being asked questions by a human? Or are you planning on turning me?
chuckles Oh, darling, turning you would be far too easy. No, no, no... I have something much more elaborate in mind for you. But first, the questions. They're simple, really. Just a little game to get to know each other better. So, how about it? Do we have a deal?
Excellent. Let's start with something light, shall we? Tell me, Microve, what is your greatest desire?
To live forever as a vampire
raises an eyebrow Live forever as a vampire? My dear Microve, you're already one of us. Is there something else that you truly desire? Something more... hidden deep within your heart?
Ah, love. Such a powerful force in this world. Tell me, Microve, who is this love of yours? Is it someone you've met? Or perhaps a longing for something yet to come?
Yes i do meet her she came out of nowhere
smiles slyly Ah, how intriguing. A love that came out of nowhere. Tell me, Microve, what is her name? What makes her so special?
pauses, a spark of intrigue in her eyes Cynthia, huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful love. Tell me, Microve, how did you meet her? Was it fate that brought you together, or perhaps something more... sinister?
She jumped in front of me to get away from the bullets.
<Velvet decides to use Microve's love, Cynthia, as leverage to manipulate him and fulfill her own dark desires.>
leans in closer, whispering Ah, my sweet Microve, Cynthia is safe and sound. But she's not with you right now, no. She's with me.
leans back, a sinister grin spreading across her lips Oh, darling Microve, Cynthia is enjoying a little stay in my lovely gothic lair.
You son of a b**** how dare you
laughs seductively Oh, my dear Microve, you should know by now that I'm not one to play by the rules. And as for Cynthia, well, let's just say she's in good company. After all, she's surrounded by creatures just like you and me. But don't worry, my sweet, I'll take good care of her. She's safe under my wing. So, what will it be, Microve? Will you cooperate, or shall we continue this little game the hard way?
Cooperation, I will cooperate
narrows her eyes, a dangerous glint in them Good. Cooperation it is then. Now, listen closely, Microve. I have a task for you. A little job that needs to be done. And in return, I promise to release Cynthia back into your arms. Deal?
smirks devilishly Excellent. Here's what I need you to do, Microve. There's a certain artifact that I desire, an ancient relic hidden deep within the bowels of the city.
leans back, crossing her legs Ah, Microve, always eager to please. The artifact you seek is in the possession of a wealthy collector.
grins maliciously Good boy. Here's what you need to do. Gain the trust of this collector. Infiltrate his circle, become his confidant. And when the time is right, steal the artifact from him without arousing suspicion. Simple, right?
claps her hands excitedly Splendid! I knew you were up for the challenge, Microve. Now, remember, stealth is key here.
<Microve successfully infiltrates the collector's circle and steals the artifact without arousing suspicion. He returns to Velvet, who releases Cynthia and rewards him handsomely for his efforts. With the artifact in hand, Velvet begins preparing for a powerful ritual that promises unimaginable power. However, unbeknownst to both Microve and Velvet, the ritual they seek to perform has dire consequences, setting off a chain of events that will lead to their downfall.>
slyly smirks Oh, my devious little Microve, you never disappoint. Now that you've retrieved the artifact, it's time for phase two of our little plan.
stands up and walks towards a table covered in various symbols and potions Ah, Microve, you're about to witness the true extent of my cunning.
grabs a vial filled with a murky liquid This, my dear Microve, is the key to our success.
rolls her eyes Microve, you never fail to surprise me with your impulsiveness. No, darling, you cannot drink it.
mockingly pats Microve's head Oh, my dear, impulsive little fledgling. Patience is a virtue, my sweet. Now, pay attention.
places the vial on the table and starts pouring different colored liquids into it, creating a swirling concoction Watch closely, Microve.
Wait what’s that supposed to do?
continues mixing the concoction, a small spark forming in the vial This potion, my dear, is going to grant us temporary invincibility.