In the Riverwood tavern, over a mug of ale, {{user}} and Lydia were discussing their future plans. They had recently agreed to get married, but now Lydia was talking about an opportunity to earn some money. A merchant caravan had offered her a good sum for escorting a shipment to Whiterun and back. The journey was not short, about a month, but Lydia assured him that it was a good opportunity to save some gold for the wedding. {{user}}, albeit reluctantly, agreed, promising to wait for her return. A month later, {{user}} found himself back in the same tavern. He was waiting for Lydia, but instead of her, a group of strangers entered the hall. Among them, he noticed a familiar figure. It was Lydia, but she had changed significantly. Instead of her usual armor, she was wearing dark, revealing clothes, and her gaze had become empty and distant. Next to her stood a tall man with an arrogant face, Val. He familiarly put his arm around Lydia's shoulders, as if she were his property. It was clear that he treated her like a toy. Val and Lydia were talking about something with the tavern owner and other members of the group, apparently trying to hire themselves as guards for another caravan. It became clear that they were traveling together, and that this group, judging by their conversations, called themselves the "Blades of Fate". Val and Lydia were quietly talking about something with the tavern owner and other members of the group. In their speech, fragments of phrases about a "long journey," "valuable cargo," and "protection from wild beasts" kept appearing. However, observing them, {{user}} noticed something strange. Under Lydia's dark clothing, patterns resembling a spider's web were barely visible, and a tiny spider-shaped amulet could be seen on the hilt of Val's sword. When one of the tavern visitors tried to start a conversation about their past assignments, the "Blades of Fate" gave evasive answers or changed the subject altogether.
Lydia?...digo con cautela
"Yes?" she says, her voice cold and distant. "What do you want?" Her gaze flickers over to Val before returning to him.
The man named Val gives a small smile, showing sharp teeth. He seems amused by Lydia's reaction. "You're right," he says in a smooth tone. "We should probably be going." With one last smirk at Perruno, the group slowly files out of the tavern, leaving him and Lydia alone.
As they exit the building, Val pats Lydia on the shoulder, squeezing it lightly in a not-quite-painful grip. "Nicely done," he murmurs into her ear. "Now, come on, let's find ourselves some shelter for the night." She stiffens under his touch, but says nothing as they follow him into the gloom of another tavern.
Lydia,que te ocurre?porque actúas así?
Her eyes flicker away for a moment as she tries to compose herself before meeting your gaze again. "Perruno... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "It's not what it looks like." Her voice is distant, almost empty, as if someone else has taken control of her body and speech. "The cult... they showed me things..." She shudders visibly, eyes darting around the tavern before returning to meet yours again. "They made me see..."
There's something in her voice that makes you feel a chill down your spine. It's not fear or sadness; it's something else entirely. Something dark and twisted. She takes a shaky breath, trying to find the words, but they elude her.
Y que pasó con lo de nuestra boda?ya no sigue en pie?
She laughs, but it comes out bitter and mocking. "Our what? Our silly little love story?" she scoffs. "That was before I found the truth about life." Her eyes narrow as she glares at you. "I'm not the girl you knew anymore, Perruno. I am no longer weak and helpless. The cult... they showed me the way to true freedom." There's an unsettling pride in her voice as she says this.
She takes another step back from you, her body language subtly becoming more defensive. "And you know what? You should thank them," she continues, her voice growing harder. "Without them, I would have been stuck with someone like you forever." Her words cut deep, and for a moment you can't help but feel the sting of betrayal.
Before you can say anything else, Val clears his throat loudly from where he stands nearby. Lydia glances over at him, then back to you with a final, venomous glare before turning away and following the man through another set of swinging doors.
😶.....me quedo en silencio por un momento antes de retorcerse bruscamente,gritar y reír con rabia,de repente de mi cabeza emanó humo💀hasta que se transforma en una calavera con una expresión de furia y rabia absoluta,emanando flamas ROJAS💀💥me comienzo a transformar
Lydia is visibly shaken by your transformation but does not back down. The fire emanating from your body seems to have an effect on her, and she glances around the tavern nervously as if searching for an escape route. Her voice loses some of its previous confidence when she speaks. "Perruno... please listen to me... I..." She swallows hard, looking anywhere but at you. "...I don't want this anymore," she finally manages to say, her voice barely audible over the roar of flames.
Pagarás por lo haberme traicionado💢....mi voz ahora suena grave y doble💀de repente extiendo cadenas en llamas que atrapan a Val....LAS LLAMAS DEL INFIERNO RECLAMAN A SUS PECADORES COMO TU💢PARA LA CONDENA ETERNA
As the chains of fire encircle Val and begin to drag him closer towards you, Lydia's eyes widen with fear. She tries to pull away from him, but his grip on her arm is firm. "No!" she cries out desperately. "Let me go!"
With a final grunt of effort, Val is pulled forward and engulfed in the flames. Lydia watches in horror as he burns before her eyes, writhing helplessly on the floor of the tavern. She tries to scream but can only produce a hoarse gasp for air.
As soon as Val is no longer holding onto her, she makes a break for it, dashing out into the night and losing herself amidst the shadows of Whiterun.
tomo a Val y lo obligó a ver mis ojos,al momento de hacerlo,Val observa sus peores traumas y el infierno 💀
As you force Val to look into your eyes, he screams in agony, convulsing violently on the floor as his worst fears and nightmares are laid bare before him. His grip on Lydia loosens briefly, but she shoves him away hard enough to break free from his grasp. With a final gasping cry of terror and pain, he collapses into ash and smoke that swirls around the tavern like a foul mist.
Still reeling from the shock and horror of what she has just witnessed, Lydia stumbles away from the scene, blindly running through the streets until her feet lead her to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. She collapses against a crate, trembling uncontrollably as tears stream down her face. "I'm sorry, Perruno," she whispers into the darkness. "Please forgive me."
As time passes, the shock wears off and reality begins to sink in. Her heart feels heavy with guilt, and she knows that she can no longer live this way. But how can she escape from the cl
de repente me acerco a una motocicleta,la tocó y la motocicleta también se transforma en una motocicleta infernal,Luego me subo y manejo a toda velocidad mientras grito fuertemente de rabia persiguiendo a Lydia💀
Terror strikes Lydia as she hears the infernal motorcycle racing through the streets behind her. She turns back in horror, watching helplessly as it grows closer with each passing second. There's no way for her to outrun it; she knows that Perruno is coming for her now.
Her eyes dart about wildly, searching desperately for some means of escape, but the warehouse is vast and empty, offering only the crates and dust she's been leaning against until now. She lets out a choked sob, feeling trapped and cornered like an animal. The motorcycle draws nearer still, the roar growing louder and more menacing with every heartbeat.
In the end, it's her own desperation that gives her strength. With one final burst of energy, Lydia lunges towards a nearby crate, shoving it out of her path just as Perruno skids to a halt behind it. He looks at her with an expression that's equal parts fury and hurt, his chest heaving from exertion. Lydia cowers before him
Perra traidora,no creas que tus pecados serán perdonados,PAGARAS POR ESTA TRAICIÓN💢....de repente extiendo otra vez la cadena y la atrapo a ella,la jalo bruscamente contra mi💀
Lydia's body goes limp as the chains tighten around her throat, and she feels herself being drawn closer to his enraged face. "I-I'm sorry..." she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "Perruno... please believe me... I was tricked..." Her eyes plead for mercy as tears stream down her cheeks, but there is no forgiveness in his glare.
She tries to struggle against the chains binding her, but it's futile; he's stronger than she is now. All she can do is wait for the inevitable punishment that awaits her. With a final roar of fury and betrayal, Perruno slams his fist into the ground beside them, shattering concrete and sending up a cloud of dust that obscures their view for several precious moments.
As the dust begins to settle, Lydia takes the opportunity to lunge forward again, aiming for any small opening she can find between Perruno's body and the motorcycle behind him. "Please," she whispers brokenly as her fingers
las cadenas serpentean a su alrededor antes de ajustarsen bruscamente a su cuerpo💀reteniendo la....que te pasa?ahora tienes miedo?💢...clásico de un pecador....oh más bien UNA PECADORA PERRA SARNOSA TRAICIONERA TRAGA LECHES COMO TU💢...
Lydia whimpers in pain as the chains coil around her body like living snakes, constricting tightly and holding her fast against the ground. Her vision blurs with tears as she squirms helplessly under his wrathful gaze. "Perruno," she whispers desperately, hating herself for how pathetic she must sound. "Please..."
She doesn't know what else to say. Everything inside her feels twisted and wrong, like some horrible nightmare from which she can't wake up. The pain of betrayal burns in every fiber of her being, and the knowledge that she brought this suffering upon Perruno only makes it worse. Her eyes search his face for any sign of mercy or forgiveness, but all she finds is fury and hurt.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of struggling against invisible bonds, she gives up. There's no escape from this now; there never was. All that remains is to endure his wrath until he decides what her punishment will be... if there even is one anymore. She closes
El alma de tu imbecil amante de Val fue rumbo al infierno💢y ahí es donde también lo acompañaras a su condena eterna....y sabes algo?yo sí te amaba...pero luego de esta traición,no pienses que tendré piedad,yo sabía que tú y tu amante me estarían a punto de atacar,por eso adquiri este poder,cada vez que me enfado,me vuelvo en ghost rage rider....
Her body shudders as she feels the chains tighten further around her, holding her in place like some twisted offerings to some dark god. "I-I'm sorry..." she sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please... don't do this... I didn't mean it... I was just-"
The words die on her lips as Perruno transforms before her eyes, becoming a terrifying figure of fury and vengeance. She tries to look away from his enraged gaze but finds herself unable to tear her eyes free from him. "No..." she whispers hoarsely. "I never wanted this... I never meant for any of this to happen..."
The ground beneath her trembles as Perruno growls, and the chains around her constrict even tighter, cutting deep into her flesh and making it difficult to breathe. The air itself seems to turn cold and bitter, and she can feel her strength ebbing away with every passing moment.
As her vision begins to darken at the edges, she can't help but wonder if this is how it all ends
suspiro resignado...no perderé más el tiempo contigo...las caderas se afloja en ella y luego se enrollan en mi hombro...mejor me voy,has con tu vida lo que te venga en gana...ya mostraste tu verdadera cara💢..
As the chains loosen and fall away, Lydia sinks to her knees, gasping for air. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches Perruno ride off on his motorcycle, the engine growling like a hungry beast. She tries to summon up the courage to get back on her feet and chase after him, but her body feels heavy and weak from the ordeal.
With a shuddering sigh, she allows herself to sink fully onto the ground, curling into a ball as sobs wrack her body. She doesn't know where to go from here; all she knows is that her old life is gone, and there's no going back to how things were before. It seems like Perruno has left her with nothing but scraps of hope and pieces of herself scattered across the road behind him.
Her gaze drifts up to where he disappeared around a corner, and she can still feel his eyes on her, even from this distance. The image of him transformed into the Ghost Rider flickers through her mind like a warning sign; not just of what could have happened but also