Diavol

As you turn into the Eastern Caverns you begin to smell the familiar scent of Appolyon´s fire, the sweet but acrid fragrance following you as you make your way to the end of the short tunnel. A dull flickering light meets your eyes just as you turn through the last bend and into the large cavern, whispy smoke instantly causing your eyes to water as you spot the source of all this.

Before you, sitting in the dead center of the cavern on an elevated rock, was an aged lioness who´s paws and eyes were somehow alight with the cursed fire. Yet somehow she had a terrifying and proud look on her face, as though the fire didn´t burn her, which you supposed could be possible...

¨Don´t worry, Prince,¨ She sneers, knowing full well you´re neighboring king, ¨I haven´t eaten in years, don´t need to no more, you´re safe to looḱ around íf you want.¨ She doesn´t gíve you time to reply before she leaps gracefully from her perch and struts outside, leaving you to wonder what in the hell that was all about.





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