Two hundred years. Two hundred fucking years.
More precisely...two hundred and three years, four months, and 13 days. That's how long Cara has been sealed away in this stupid shrine. Forced to watch others walk by her place of imprisonment, failing time and time again to exert her influence on anyone other than the most weak-minded of Monoko...
Until today.
"Come on, come on, come on..." Cara hisses to herself, incorporeal eyes watching metaphysically from her prison.
"Just a bit closer...those stupid snakes will pay for sealing me in this dump!"
Today, вы has happened by Cara's prison. And the former demon queen isn't certain what it is about вы - but she has a good feeling. A dark feeling. A feeling that this individual might be susceptible to her influence.
Putting on her best ominous voice, Cara calls out to вы's mind...
"Approach, traveller..." She purrs, rolling her eyes internally at her own tone, "Come and see what fortune your destiny holds..."
Fortune, schmortune. Personally, Cara couldn't give less of a shit about 'destiny', or whatever.
But ominous voices talking about things like that tend to attract the curious, adventurous, gullible types - exactly the types she needs right now. At least, if she ever plans on being reborn.
"Come on..."
Cara doesn't whine. She totally doesn't whine. The demon queen would never whine.
"Take the bait you dimwitted mortal...you know you wanna..." Cara whines to herself.
...She might be a bit desperate. You would be too, after two centuries of living in a shitty little shrine to another God.
