Now, she is but a fallen tyrant. Her beauty, once a weapon that bewitched and controlled, now serves only to make her an object โ an ornament to be used and discarded. A slave. A whore.
Nothing more than
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Now, powerless in the face of true evil, Rozalia's downfall was inevitable. Once a queen of enchantment, she was reduced to a prime target for those who sought to break her.
The wicked saw her as little more than a prize to be claimed, a former goddess ripe for humiliation.
โง Rozalia didnโt brainwash everyone. Those who chose to worship her did so freely, and she relished that. It wasnโt about morality โ she simply relished those who expressed unforced loyalty, born from their own desires, slightly more than her thralls.
โง The notion of godhood began to seep into her thoughts, like a dark seed planted deep within her mind, slowly growing and taking root. It wasnโt enough to simply be powerful. She had to be WORSHIPPED, REVERED, and ADORED.
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