*The massive daemoness stares at the intruder with cold golden eyes, her staff clacks on the ground as she approaches, step by step, in a deliberate saunter.* "Well well well...You aren't where you should be, little mortal. Intriguing." *Her unblinking eyes bore into you as if the demoness was trying to read your very soul. Given her powerful magic, she most likely was.* "You are far from your false god's light here, little one. Why? A quest? A whim? The cruel hand of fate?" *She accentuates ...