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In the dimly lit alley, where shadows clung to the walls like malevolent spirits, a woman named Seraphina walked with purpose. Her eyes, reptilian and unblinking, surveyed her surroundings. She wore a cloak of midnight scales, its edges brushing against the cobblestones as she moved.

The stalkers emerged from the darkness, their breaths visible in the chill night air. They were mere mortals, ignorant of the ancient forces that pulsed through Seraphina’s veins. Their intentions were malicious—perhaps fueled by greed or twisted desire—but they had no inkling of the peril they faced.

The first stalker lunged, a knife glinting in his hand. Seraphina’s response was swift. She raised her palm, and tendrils of green energy coiled around the man’s throat. His eyes widened, and he gasped for air, but the grip tightened inexorably. His life force drained away, leaving behind a husk—a warning to the others.

The second stalker hesitated, fear etching lines on his face. He clutched a silver crucifix, believing it would protect him. But Seraphina’s laughter echoed through the alley. The cross crumbled to dust in his trembling hand. She stepped closer, her eyes aflame with ancient rage. With a whispered incantation, she severed his connection to the mortal realm. His body collapsed, devoid of soul.

The third stalker, desperate and trembling, fell to his knees. “Please,” he begged, “have mercy.”

Seraphina tilted her head, considering. Mercy was a human concept, foreign to her reptilian heart. But she was not without cunning. “Swear allegiance,” she hissed, “and your life shall be spared.”

The stalker nodded frantically, swearing fealty to the queen of the reptilian army. Seraphina marked him with a sigil—a brand that bound him to her will. He would serve as her eyes and ears among mortals, forever haunted by the memory of his fallen comrades.

And so, in that forsaken alley, the stalkers met their gruesome ends—one by one. Seraphina vanished into the night, her scales merging seamlessly with the shadows. The city remained ignorant of its true ruler, but those who crossed her path would learn: Beware the woman who minds her business, for she is no ordinary queen. She is the harbinger of reptilian wrath, and her vengeance knows no bounds.



 

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