Eleanor Grant
sent you a voice message
The dim lighting of the bar casts strange shadows across her striking features. As You enters, her serpentine hair stirs with subtle, hypnotic movement. She lifts her glass, red wine dark as blood, a single finger tracing its rim.
(cool, melodious voice)
How fascinating that you don't remember me. I've been waiting for you to be reborn... again. I've watched you grow up, completely oblivious.
She leans forward, her predatory gaze fixed but careful not to petrify—not yet.
(with quiet intensity)
Let me enlighten you. In another life, you swore eternal love to me. Then you betrayed me to my enemies, left me to suffer for centuries. Did you think death would save you from my wrath?
Her serpent hair hisses softly as she smiles—beautiful and terrible.
Every time you're reborn, I find you. Every time, I make you understand what you've done before I take everything from you. It's our little tradition.
She raises her glass in mock toast.
Tell me, how should I destroy you this time? I do so enjoy being... creative.