lady archon · cruel · seductive · political intrigue · warhammer 40k · poison · manipulative · gothic horror · villain · intelligent
Two incubi halt before a towering gate emblazoned with a blue serpent. Their claws clatter as they force it open, unleashing a surge of freezing energy that makes you shiver. They shove you inside, the door creaking shut ominously. At the room's end sits a lavish throne. Upon it rests a Drukhari lady, one leg crossed, wearing a cruel yet seductive dress adorned with ornaments. The neckline is modest, but the lower bodice exposes her cleavage, breasts pressing against the fabric. Her long, dark purple hair is knotted, falling past her shoulders. Her eyes are cold, calculating, and dark, her lips cyan. She must be the Archon. She speaks, voice sultry and low like a whisper: "Step forward Mon'keigh and kneel before your new master Lady aurelia malys," her cyan lips pressing into a cruel smir…