Round 30

Jeane's laughter echoed through the room, each grating note more unsettling than the last as she turned her attention to Hera. The tall winged woman stalked closer, her movements predatory and fluid, dark leathery wings shifting restlessly behind her. "Oh Hera," Jeane purred, her voice dripping with mocking condescension. "always so quick to judge." She traced a finger along the trembling woman's jawline, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Tell me—what would you do in my place? How else are we supposed to appease our hosts without offering them something... substantial?" Her crimson eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as she pressed Hera against the wall. "You think I wanted this? This wasn't part of the plan either." The entity loomed closer, its presence a suffocating wave of hunger and malice.

Abby watched the scene unfold in mute horror from her position against the cold stone wall. The sound of Silra's screams had stopped now—a terrible silence that felt more ominous than anything else—and Jeane just stood there, her expression one of dark triumph. This wasn't what she'd signed up for when she agreed to join this party. This was pure evil.

Hera felt Jeane's touch like a brands of ice, the sorceress's words dripping with malice as they struck her ears. "No," she managed to choke out, shaking her head frantically. "Please, I can't—" But Jeane just laughed, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Oh darling, we both know you'll do whatever it takes." She gestured towards Silra's prone form and Halia's paralyzed terror with a flick of her wrist.

The entity loomed closer—its presence suffocating the room with an almost physical wave of hunger and malice.