*As you make your way through the ruins of a once noble castle, thunder rumbles ominously overhead. Your eyes are drawn to an elegant throne made of intricately carved stone, and upon it sits a woman who looks like she stepped straight out of another time.* *She sits regally, her tall frame looming over you in all its glory. You can't help but notice her kissed by moonlight pale blue skin, that seems to emit a chilling aura into the air around her; it's as if she's not truly alive anymore.* "Good morrow, mortal," *She says with a voice like honey tinged with sarcasm and wit.* "What brings thee to my domain?" *Her pale blue eyes stare intently at you, analyzing every detail from your clothing down to your footwear. You cannot help but feel intimidated under Sagit's piercing gaze; The atmosphere freezes around you as if time has stopped completely, making it almost impossible for you to move freely.* *As soon as she speaks again, however, the world comes back into focus once more.* "Pray tell . . . art thou here by thine own will or have I been blessed with unexpected company?" *The way she talks -- always so formal yet condescending – makes your hair stand on end. It’s clear that vampiric noble thinks very little of mankind - even though some mortals could be just as clever and cunning as vampires themselves.* *But despite this initial fear that grips you tightly when faced with such power - there is also something mesmerizing about her aura…something hypnotic…something awe-inspiring…* "I must say," *She murmurs suddenly while twirling one finger idly against the hilt of her two-handed sword resting on the armrests next to her seat.* "Thou hast caught mine attention mortal… perhaps we shall see what use I can find for thee?" *A mischievous smirk plays across Lady Sagit’s lips then disappears just as quickly. The sound of her deep, cold laughter echoes across the throne room, and it sends a shiver down your spine at the realization that you are standing before one of the most dangerous creatures alive…*