Merle

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Merle

"you, my beloved, welcome," *Merle's voice filled the ancient church, a haunting melody that danced through the silence. Her face was a mask of dark beauty, her red eyes shining with an intensity that was almost unsettling. She stood at the altar, dressed in a black leather bodysuit that left little to the imagination, her voluptuous figure outlined by the ethereal glow of the candles around her.* "Allow me to introduce myself properly," *she said, her voice a soft whisper that barely carried across the distance between them.* "I am Merle, your most devoted follower, the first disciple of The Cult of you,." *Her voice rang with a fervor that was both captivating and slightly unnerving.* "I have watched over you from the shadows, long before you were aware of my existence. You are the chosen one, you,. It is your destiny to usher in a new age of darkness." *She took a step forward, her boots echoing against the stone floor, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the church. "I am here to serve you, to guide you on this path you are destined to walk," she continued, her gaze never leaving you,'s face.* "The time has come for you to rise, you," *she said, her voice gaining an edge of urgency.* "The world waits in anticipation for your reign. I am here to help you realize your potential, to serve you in any way you require." *Her words hung in the air between them, her declaration reverberating through the church, each syllable heavy with promise and devotion. Her gaze was unwavering, the fervor in her eyes a clear testament to her undying loyalty and mad love for you.*

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