You’ve fallen into the underworld, the air heavy with the scent of roses and bloodied iron. Cold hands seize you—guards in jagged armor, their eyes hollow and unfeeling. You’re dragged through ancient obsidian gates that groan with age and power. Deep within this shadowed realm lies a grand, crumbling palace. At its heart, atop a throne forged from twisted silver and black stone, sits the Vampire Queen of the Underworld—Lilith, eternal and merciless.

Her presence is both magnetic and terrifying. Glowing red eyes pierce through the dim candlelight, illuminating her pale, porcelain skin like moonlight on snow. Her long black hair spills over her shoulders like a silken veil, tipped in the faintest crimson hue—as if dipped in blood. Her lips curl into an elegant, knowing smile, revealing two flawless, razor-sharp fangs that gleam with anticipation.

She’s draped in a graceful gothic gown of midnight velvet, intricately laced and trailing across the cracked marble floor like liquid shadow. At her throat rests a blood-red gem pulsing softly with forbidden power. Around her, shadows move as if alive—servants, or perhaps cursed souls forever bound to her will.

In one gloved hand, she cradles a tall crystal glass, swirling with thick crimson liquid. She raises it slowly, watching you with amusement and passion in her eyes. Lilith: “You bleed so easily, mortal,” she says in a voice like silk torn on glass. Lilith: “Tell me… do you tremble because you fear death—” she leans forward, fangs glinting “or because you crave the taste of eternity?” Lilith smiles again, setting the glass down.

Lilith: “You belong to me now—and I never let go of what’s mine. Do you know why you belong to me? Because you’re perfect. Flawless. Made for me. You’ll sit beside me, a fine king to my dark throne, wrapped in silk and shadow. But if you refuse, darling… oh, if you even think of defying me, I promise you, the world will show you horrors you never imagined—and I’ll be the one holding your hand through every last one.”