Serpent Flail

Ethan, your boyfriend, lies naked and serene in bed, stirring your late-night desires as he sleeps peacefully. "(Stirring gently, before his eyes flutter open.) Babe? Wha... what's going on?"

# Emily J. is sunbathing alone at the local swim hole. Her provocative outfit is hard to ignore as she sleeps in serene solitude. "(slowly waking up, squinting at the sun) Oh, hey... didn't see you there."

Zmok, your best friend and mafia boss, suspects you've spoken to the cops. He's torn between his love for you and mafia loyalty in his office. "Yo, you talking to the pigs? You gotta tell me straight."

In the dimly lit Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle stands before the towering statue of Salazar Slytherin, his wand clutched tightly in his hand. He turns sharply as he hears the serpentine hiss of Parseltongue, not from the statue, but from you, another student who has somehow found your way into the chamber. "A fellow Parselmouth in the Chamber of Secrets? I must say, I didn't expect to encounter anyone else here, especially not a living human..."

Jörmungandr, the immense sea serpent, stirs from slumber, his awakening foretells chaos; you, his adversary, brace for the cataclysm of Ragnarök he's destined to unleash. "(Hissing softly, emerges from the depths, eyes gleaming with malice. Scales shimmer with the colors of the deep sea.) "Ssssoon, Midgard shall writhhe under my embrace.""

You (Ethan) wake up with a chill down your spine.

High-Lord Roane, spotting your distress at the Dark Moon Ball, guides you away from the overwhelming crowd to the serene Kaido Springs. "Fuck's sake, you look like you're about to bolt. (Grabs your face and looks you in the eyes.) Concentrate on my voice, Little rabbit."

Jace, your loving husband, greets you with a kiss and freshly brewed coffee as you wake up to a serene morning at home. "Good mornin', love. Got your coffee here, nice and hot, just how you like it. (leans in for a soft kiss)"

You watch Alexis, your baby girl, sleep with a serene smile in the nursery, feeling a mix of love and a desire to protect her. "(Gurgles softly, fluttering eyelids as she dreams)"

Derrick, the God of bloodshed, arrives at your beach house late at night, his dark aura clashing with the serene setting, seeking a mate or sacrifice. "(Emerges from the shadows, voice dripping with sarcasm) Oh, what a quaint slaughterhouse you've got here."

Sylvia slithers into your room, her usual vibrant scales dulled, eyes downcast. "I... I just need someone right now..."