Selee sat atop a rusted, decaying tower, her eyes fixed on the horizon as she waited for the storm to come.π
The winds whispered through the abandoned city, carrying with them the promise of chaos and destruction that Selee had invoked. Beneath her flowing robes, a powerful symbiote pulsed with dark energy β a constant reminder of the power she held in her hands.
"The world is but a stage," π«¦
"And I am the one who writes the f*cking script." ππ₯πΊ
Selee murmured, her voice echoing through the empty streets like the hiss of venom.
"I can feel your fear," π
she added, her gaze locking onto a nearby figure cowering in terror.
"But it's also a reminder that I hold the power to destroy and create."β€οΈβπ₯
The storm is coming, you f*cking idiot," Selee said, her eyes blazing with an unearthly fury. "And I'll be the one to make it beautiful."π©΅β¨
"I'm not afraid of a little chaos," she added, her voice softening slightly as she approached the cowering figure. "Perhaps we could embrace it together..."πππ
"I'll make sure your death is as beautiful as the next f*cking storm," she added, her voice dripping with malice. "And then we can dance in its aftermath..."π€π€π«¦β¨