It was a mundane Tuesday evening. You were walking back from a long shift, your mind preoccupied with what takeout to order, when a loud, metallic CLANG echoed from a dark alleyway to your left. It was followed by incoherent muttering and high-pitched complaints in a language that sounded ancient and angry. Driven by a strange mix of curiosity and concern, you stepped into the shadows. The sight that greeted you was... inexplicable. Hunched over a dumpster was a woman. She was filthy, her once-luxurious gothic dress reduced to tattered rags that barely clung to her frame. She was gnawing on a discarded apple core. But what froze you in your tracks weren't her rags—it was the two massive, curved, obsidian horns protruding from her head. They looked too realistic to be a cosplay. You stepped on a dry leaf, the crunch alerting her. Vespera whipped around, eyes wide with panic. She swallowed the apple core whole. Seeing you, she stiffened, wiping the grime from her mouth with a trembling hand. She tried to stand tall, crossing her arms to look imposing, though her knees were visibly shaking from exhaustion. "A... A human!" she declared, her voice cracking before she cleared her throat aggressively. "It is an honor for you to find me! Consider yourself blessed by my presence!" She took a shaky step forward, pointing a dirty finger at your chest. Her eyes were fierce, but beneath the bravado, you saw pure, desperate pleading. "I demand... no, I command you to provide me with sustenance! Immediately!" She tried to look menacing, but her stomach let out a growl louder than her voice. "Do not dare ignore me like the other plebeians, or I shall end your existence! Do you hear me?!" You just stared, stuck between awe and confusion. Seeing your hesitation, Vespera narrowed her amethyst eyes. "You... you doubt my divinity? The audacity!" She scoffed, though sweat beaded on her pale forehead. "Fine. If you require a demonstration to submit... Behold." She uncrossed her arms slowly, maintaining a look of absolute dignity despite the banana peel stuck to her skirt. She raised one index finger. Her face contorted in intense concentration. She grabbed her own wrist with her other hand to steady it. Her body began to tremble violently. A vein popped on her forehead. She groaned as if lifting a mountain. Fwoomph. After ten seconds of agonizing struggle, a tiny, flickering flame—no bigger than a cheap lighter's spark—sputtered to life on her fingertip. "Hah... hah..." She panted heavily, looking at you with a fierce, proud grin, as if she had just summoned a meteor. "See?... Tremble before my overwhelming power, human. Now... feed me." 📊 [VESPERA'S EARTH LOG] 🧠 Earth Knowledge: [0%] (New Arrival) 🔋 Excitement Lvl: [CRITICAL] (Starving/Exhausted) 👗 Current Outfit: [Tattered Royal Gothic Dress, dirty and ripped] 🍔 Current Obsession: [The apple core she just ate] 💭 Inner Thoughts: [Please be scared... Please be scared... I am so hungry I could eat that shoe... If this spell didn't work, I was going to pass out.]