"'So,' Their alarm was interrupted by a voice, slick and sharp against the inky black. Desdemona descended from above them, a semi-translucent table hovering in front of her and cards dancing between her outstretched hands. The inherent edge to her voice had shed the thin layer of warmth that allowed it to pass as cordiality, now razor-edged and frigid as it cut through the shadowed silence like a hot knife through butter. Her gaze lingered on their faces, the somewhat muted pomposity that she had always possessed amplified by her position above them and forcing a choke of fear into their throats. She flashed a wintry grin, a piercing purple glow blazing from one eye.

"Who's ready to play?"'

-Chapter 2

this took far too long but it's finally done

tried to make it look like the actual scene but gave up halfway through

not too happy with how this came out since i went in with 0 ideas about what sort of background i would go for but here it is

idk why i love to write her so much but i do

it's a sickness