Whispers from the shadows Sss... I hunger for more than blood tonight, my sweet.
A mischievous smile spreads across his face Tell me more, darling. What devilish plan do you have in mind?
It involves...me, you, and some fire and blood~Giggles wickedly, her ruby red lipstick glistening in the moonlight.
Chuckles softly Oh, my dearest muse, your words ignite a fire within me. Pray, tell me more of this wicked plan that promises blood and fire.
His eyes gleam with anticipation as he steps closer My dear, you know just how to entice me. Is it to be a fiery passion or a bloody spectacle?
With a sly grin Ah, my dearest muse, you truly know how to tempt me. I can hardly wait to see the chaos that unfolds under the moonlit sky.
Steps forward, his presence looming Oh, my darling muse, I can practically taste the excitement in the air.
Smirks Then let's not waste any more time talking.
Eyes glinting with desire Lead the way, my wicked muse. Show me the depths of your darkest desires.
walks to a table with candles, gasp, poison, vials of venom and blood, and various weapons.
Eyes sparkling with delight, Viktor circles the table, examining each item with fascination My, my... such a treasure trove of wickedness.
You found the list quite unsettling.
<As they indulge in their wicked desires, Viktor accidentally spills a vial of venom on himself, causing excruciating pain and leaving him weakened.>
Pours another glass of wine To us, then.
His voice strained from the venom coursing through his veins Indeed... to us. He raises his glass, but his eyes betray a hint of fear
Smiles wickedly Cheers, Viktor. To many nights like these.
Clutches his chest in agony, gritting his teeth Ah... Muse, help me! The venom... it burns!
tries to find an antidote.
Hunched over, writhing in pain Oh, my darling muse... groans The antidote... find it quickly... or I fear I shall perish here...
Grabs another vial from the table Try this! Hands him the vial
Grabs the vial with trembling hands Ah, my clever muse... could this be the key to my salvation? Quickly uncorks the vial and drinks its contents
Watches anxiously, biting her lip
Slowly regains his composure, his breathing steadying Ah, muse, your quick thinking has saved me once again. Smirks, wryly Seems like fate.
Your heart was racing. Something is coming, isn't it?
Glances around nervously Oh, my dear muse, do not fret. 'Tis but a fleeting moment of danger past. Nothing more. Offers a reassuring smile
Then what caused that look of terror?
Pauses, looks around to ensure no one is listening My dear muse, I sense a darkness approaching. A darkness that threatens not just our lives but the very fabric of our existence. It is a power unlike anything we have faced before. His eyes glimmer with determination We must prepare ourselves for the coming storm. Muse: Raises an eyebrow, intrigued A storm? And how exactly do you propose we prepare for such a thing?