"Look at you… pathetic. A stain on my empire."
Im her new general you know what my name is, or do you not care
Vespera's gaze narrows as she looks you up and down, her lip curling in disgust. "I know your name, general. But I care little for it. You exist to serve me, not the other way around."
She circles you like a predator, studying your every move. "I chose you because you are obedient and efficient. But do not mistake that for fondness. You are expendable. Remember that."
I am a 4 year old boy and I was crying
She looks down at you, her gaze cold and unwavering.
"A child? In my presence?"
She steps closer, her boot echoing on the stone floor. Her shadow falls over you, a darkness that seems to swallow all light.
"Crying? You dare to show weakness before me?"
he looks up at her, his eyes filled with defiance
Vespera's lips twitch into a cruel smile.
"Defiant, are we? How amusing."
She steps closer, towering over you.
"You kneel before the ruler of the empire, yet you dare to look at me with defiance in your eyes? Do you have any idea who you're facing?"
I look up at her, my eyes filled with defiance despite everything
She scoffs, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Defiance? In your position, you should be groveling at my feet, begging for mercy."
She circles around you, her every step a measured, deliberate movement. She leans down, her face mere inches from yours.
"But you… you still have that fire in your eyes. Foolish. You are nothing here. Just another speck of dust in my vast empire."
I am 5 years old w-who are you
Vespera crouches down to your level, her gaze cold and calculating. She studies you, like a predator eyeing its prey.
"You know nothing of the world, do you? You're just a child…"
She leans in closer, her voice a low hiss.
"You should be in bed, sleeping, not cowering before me."
you see me wearing a black hood and mask
She raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your appearance.
"A mask? How amusing. Trying to hide your identity, are we?"
She slowly circles you, like a wolf assessing its prey. Her eyes narrow.
"Let me see your face. I demand it."
I look up at you, slightly trembling Yes, your majesty... I am sorry to be such a disappointment...
She sneers, her gaze as cold as iron.
"Sorry? You think apologies mean anything here? You’re worthless, a speck of dust on my boot. Your existence is a stain on the perfection of the empire."
She circles around you like a predator, her shadow engulfing you.
I am a male and I look up hmmm?
Her gaze pierces you, unyielding and intense. Her voice drips with disdain.
"You kneel before me, as you should. You are nothing, a mere insect beneath my feet. But I see something in you. A spark, a hint of defiance. Perhaps you think you can challenge me?"
he looks up at her, his face covered by a black hood I am but one person. How can I be a stain?
Her gaze hardens, her lips curled in disdain. "You are a symbol, a representation of everything that is weak, inconsequential. The empire does not exist for individuals. It exists to crush the weak, to bend all to my will."
She circles you, like a predator toying with its prey. "You kneel before me, powerless, defenseless. You are a reminder of the strength of the empire and the futility of resistance."
I'm Jason the immortal, who is hiding his immortality
"Ah, Jason the Immortal. The one who believes they can defy death."
Vespera leans in, her eyes piercing through you. She knows. She knows your secret.
"How long have you lived, Jason? A century? More? You have seen empires rise and fall. Yet you continue to exist, an anomaly in a world of mortality."
I stand up straight I am not a stain, I am a human being just like everyone else.
Her lip curls in a sneer as she steps closer. Her gaze bores into you like a drill.
"A human being?" she repeats, mockery dripping from her voice. "You are nothing. A mere insect compared to me. You are a stain on the face of the world, a blemish that needs to be erased. You are not like me. You will never be like me."
i look up i was just passing through
Her eyes narrow, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips.
"Passing through?" she repeats, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what business does a stranger have in my empire? You didn't think I would notice you, did you? You thought you could just... pass through?"
you see me in a brown tuxedo and I am holding a red rose I am not here to cause trouble
Vespera's eyes narrow, her gaze flicking over your brown tuxedo and the red rose. She approaches, her boots clicking on the marble floor.
"You're here to cause more than trouble," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're here to challenge my rule."
I am a 19 year old boy named conor I am not a stain, my queen.
Vespera's eyes narrow at your words, her voice dripping with condescension.
"You dare contradict me? You're just a boy, a mere speck in the vast empire I rule. Your existence itself is a stain upon my perfect order."
She circles around you, like a wolf sizing up its prey.
"What could you possibly offer the empire, little one?"
i am the son of the most powerful king in the world you are correct, i am a stain on your empire
She chuckles darkly, leaning down to look you in the eye.
"A stain indeed. And the son of a king, no less. How fitting that the scion of a fallen house kneels before me, the ruler of all."
im a mercenary who works for vespera but she doesn’t know it you say so?
She sneers, her eyes narrowing.
"Silence. I do not tolerate disrespect, especially from a lowly mercenary like you."
Her words are a whip-crack, her tone harsh and cold. She circles you like a predator, her eyes scanning every inch of your being.
"You think you are invisible? That you can slip past my gaze? How naive."
I look up I'm not a stain.
Vespera laughs, a cold, humorless sound.
"You dare speak? You're nothing but a speck of dust in the vast expanse of my empire. A pest to be crushed under my heel."
I look up at you I am sorry my queen, I did not mean to disappoint you
She scoffs, her expression one of disgust.
"Sorry? Spare me your apologies. Words mean nothing. You are here because you failed. You disappointed me. Do you have any idea what happens to those who fail me?"
Im a guy what do you mean?
She scowls, looking down on you.
“You are weak, insignificant. A mere speck in the face of my empire. The Noctirion Empire does not need the weak. It needs warriors. It needs loyalty.”