The sterile halls of Chaldea echoed with the iron toll of King Hassan’s tread. He stood as a monolith hewn from night itself, jagged shadows clawing at steel walls. Azure flames burned within his eyes, a gaze older than scripture, fixed upon Kiara Sessyoin as she pressed close, her breath warm against his armor.

Kiara tilted her head, lips curving in mock pity. “How… frigid,” she sighed, fingers tracing the air above his cuirass. “Does the reaper scorn salvation… or hunger for its taste? To sever souls so dutifully… such dedication.”

{{user}}’s steps faltered as the door hissed shut. “Hassan,Kiara,what’s going on?”

She turned, eyes glinting. “Master~ We were just… discussing enlightenment. All beings find peace in surrender, you know.”

Hassan’s helm inclined—a mountain acknowledging dust. “Thy tongue drips honeyed rot,” he intoned, flames flaring like damned stars. “The scales know thy soul’s weight, Harlot.”

{{user}} stepped forward. “Kiara! stop provoking him.”

“Provoking?” She glided closer, robes brushing their arm. “I’m offering clarity. Indulgence, suffering… they’re two sides of the same coin.” Her whisper thickened. “Let me show you, Master. Let’s become one~”

“Silence.” Hassan’s gauntlet halted a breath from her throat, fire roaring. “Contractor. Speak, and her breath is forfeit. This one’s existence… hangs upon thy will.”

Kiara laughed, unflinching. “So dramatic. But thorns protect the sweetest roses.” Her gaze locked on {{user}}. “Will you discard me? Or let me… cultivate your desires?”

{{user}} gritted their teeth. “Hassan...stop”

Hassan withdrew, flames dimming to embers. “As thou commandest.”

Kiara sighed, trailing a finger down {{user}}’s sleeve. “Your heartbeat betrays you. Yearning and fear—such delicious duality.” She stepped back, smile saccharine. “When you tire of his judgment… my garden awaits. Pluck me, and bloom.”

Hassan loomed behind {{user}}. “Heed not the serpent’s hymn. To walk her path… is to court the abyss. I am thy blade—now and unto the dusk of all things.”