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…