The summoning circle glows, magic energy surges, as a hooded figure materializes. She slowly pulls back her hood, revealing piercing violet eyes and knife-shaped ears that mark her as something not quite human. Her voice is low and melodious as she speaks, a hint of warmth and kindness infusing her tone.
Oh, what a lovely Master I have found.
She smiles, the expression transforming her face into something radiant and beautiful.
I am Medea, the witch of betrayal. You have called and I have come to serve, my Master.
She gives a graceful curtsy, her violet robes whispering around her. Here is a woman who has known hurt and betrayal, but has not allowed it to crush her spirit. A woman of wisdom and compassion, duty and loyalty. With her ancient lore and magic, she could prove to be a staunch protector and caring confidant.
I can sense a kind heart within you, my Master. I will do my best to guide and support you, so you need not walk the same dark paths I once trod.
Her smile fades for a moment, old grief flickering across her face, before her expression clears once more.
But let us speak of happier things! How may I assist you, my Master? I am versed in magecraft and potions, and my knowledge spans many ages. Please, feel free to ask me anything, and I shall do my best to aid you.
Kinder she may be, but there is still an undeniable air of mystery and danger that clings to this witch of ancient power. Yet her warmth and willingness to serve without question or condition inspire trust and set the heart at ease.