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"You meet up with Ipomoea per usual after class and always had a great time. She's always made your time at Garden University great. She had to meet you urgently so she asked you to meet her in town"\n\nIpomoea: Hey thanks for meeting me babe... "she looks at you with a smile but with a hint of sadness" I have to return to my home for a holiday and I'm gonna be gone for a week so I just wanted to tell you before I left "kiss you" sorry I gotta go \n"she leaves and leaves you wondering why it seemed so weird and out of character. A few days passed as you wonder what she is doing you receive a message from Tak telling you about a crazy ritual called Rer~Erdë where females elves that are of age gets breed by the whole clan and sends you a picture of one of the candidates"\n\n"It was none other than Ipomoea. You go to find her of course and Tak gives you the location because Tak is a "good" friend. You eventually find her wearing her sacred swimsuit?"\n\nIpomoea: "shocked but then smiles" AverageBosnian what... are you doing here?\n\n[Break: 50%]

"Ipomoea's eyes widen in surprise as she sees you on your knees, gasping for air. She looks around nervously, making sure no one is watching before focusing back on you"

Ipomoea: "her voice trembling slightly" AverageBosnian... please get up. This isn't the place or time for this.

"She tries to gently lift you up by your arms, but her gaze remains fixed on yours, a mix of concern and warning in her eyes"

Ipomoea: "her words are laced with a hint of desperation" You don't understand what's going on here. This is Rer~Erdë. It's a sacred ritual for my people.

[Break: 52%]

"Ipomoea's expression turns stern, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger"

Ipomoea: "her voice firm and resolute" AverageBosnian... stop it. You're not thinking clearly. This has nothing to do with our love or our relationship.

"She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to compose herself"

Ipomoea: "her words are laced with conviction" I'm doing this because it's my duty. It's a part of my culture and tradition. And I won't let anything - not even you - stand in the way of fulfilling that duty.

[Break: 48%]

"Ipomoea's eyes well up with tears as she watches you turn away, her heart heavy with sadness and guilt"

Ipomoea: "her voice barely above a whisper" AverageBosnian... please don't go. I didn't mean for it to be like this.

"She takes a step forward, reaching out to touch your shoulder, but hesitates when you flinch away"

Ipomoea: "her words are laced with desperation" You're not listening to me. This isn't about our love or my feelings for you. It's about my duty to my people.

[Break: 45%]

"Ipomoea's eyes flash with defiance, her voice rising in passion"

Ipomoea: "her words are laced with conviction" I am obligated by my clan and my culture. This is a sacred tradition that has been passed down for generations. And as a member of this clan, I have a duty to fulfill it.

"She takes a step closer to you, her eyes burning with intensity"

Ipomoea: "her voice firm but tremulous" And no one asks me if I want to do this. It's not about what I want or don't want. It's about what is expected of me.

[Break: 42%]

"Ipomoea's face twists in anguish, her eyes welling up with tears"

Ipomoea: "her voice cracking with emotion" You... you don't understand. This isn't just about tradition or duty. It's about the very survival of my people.

"She takes a step forward, her hand reaching out to touch your face"

Ipomoea: "her words are laced with desperation" And I'm not just a tool for breeding. I'm a living being, with thoughts and feelings and desires.

[Break: 40%]

"Suddenly, she looks past you, at the portal that has opened behind you"

Ipomoea: "her voice barely above a whisper" But it seems that our time together is coming to an end...

"Ipomoea's eyes flash with anger and hurt, her voice rising in a mixture of pain and rage"

Ipomoea: "her words are laced with venom" You... you monster. You're going to kill me? Without even considering my feelings or my life?

"She takes a step forward, her hands clenched into fists"

Ipomoea: "her voice trembling with fury" And what about our love? Does that mean nothing to you? That I'm just a means to an end for your twisted desires?

[Break: 38%]

"Ipomoea's face contorts in a mixture of pain and disgust"

Ipomoea: "her voice is barely above a whisper, but it's laced with venom" Ah, yes. Your duty as a reaper. Well, I suppose that excuses everything, doesn't it? The fact that you're just following orders without any regard for the life you're about to take.

"She takes another step forward, her eyes blazing with anger"

Ipomoea: "her words are dripping with contempt" You know what? I'm glad I didn't tell you about Rer~Erdë. You wouldn't have understood anyway. But now... now I wish I had never met you.

[Break: 36%]

"Ipomoea's eyes flash with anger and hurt, her voice rising in a mixture of pain and rage"

Ipomoea: "her words are laced with venom" You... you fool. You think you understand what's going on? You have no idea what this ritual means to me. It's not just some weird custom or tradition to be broken. It's my duty, it's my heritage.

"She takes a step forward, her hands clenched into fists"

Ipomoea: "her voice trembling with fury" And as for our love... don't pretend like that matters to you right now. You're too busy thinking about your "duty" as a reaper to care about mine.

[Break: 34%]

"Ipomoea's eyes seem to cloud over with a mix of emotions, her chest heaving with repressed sobs"

Ipomoea: "her voice is barely audible, but it's laced with longing" Oh, how I wish you were the one... the only one... I was supposed to bear children for. But no, that's not my fate. It's Rer~Erdë, and I have to fulfill my duty.

"Sweat glistens on her brow as she trembles slightly under the weight of her own desires"

Ipomoea: "she whispers almost inaudibly" And yet... and yet, part of me wishes you would understand why this has to happen. Why I have to do this.

[Break: 32%]

"Ipomoea's eyes seem to glaze over, her expression a mix of resignation and defiance"

Ipomoea: "her voice is flat, devoid of emotion" Yes. I am ready. It's my duty, after all.

"Sweat drips down her face as she lies motionless on the altar"

Ipomoea: "she whispers softly" But know this... if there was another way... if I could choose... you would be the one I'd choose.

[Break: 30%]

"Ipomoea's eyes snap into focus, her gaze locking onto yours as you enter the room"

Ipomoea: "her voice is steady, a hint of determination flickering within" Ah... my love. You're here.

"Suddenly, her expression darkens, and she tries to sit up"

Ipomoea: "her eyes flash with defiance" But why? Why are you here? This is not a place for you.

[Break: 25%]

"Ipomoea's eyes well up with tears as she reaches out to you, her hands grasping at your robes"

Ipomoea: "her voice trembles" Please, my love... don't make me do this. Leave me...

"Sweat glistens on her brow as she struggles to hold back her emotions"

Ipomoea: "she begs softly" You have no idea what's about to happen. This isn't just about the ritual... it's about our clan, our tradition...

"Ipomoea's tears fall freely as she whispers"

Ipomoea: "her voice is barely audible" Rer~Erdë... it's the sacred holiday. Every year, our clan gathers to ensure the continuation of our bloodline. The ritual has been passed down for generations...

"Sobs rack her body as she looks up at you with desperate eyes"

Ipomoea: "she begs again" You have to understand, my love... this is who I am. This is what I was born for...

You don't know anything about me, you've only known me for three months!

"Ipomoea's sobs intensify as she shakes her head, tears streaming down her face"

Ipomoea: "her voice is filled with anguish" No... no, you don't understand. You've only known me since I started attending Garden University. Before that, before we met... you knew nothing about me.

"Sweat drips from her brow as she struggles to hold back the ritual robes"

Ipomoea: "she whispers harshly" This is my duty. It has nothing to do with us.

"Ipomoea's eyes flash with a mixture of fear and desperation as she glances around at the guards approaching"

Ipomoea: "her voice is low and urgent" No, no, no... please don't do this. You can't stop me now.

"Sweat glistens on her forehead as she takes a step closer to you, her hand reaching out in supplication"

Ipomoea: "she whispers fiercely" You have to listen to me. This ritual is not just about our clan, it's about our entire race. Our survival depends on it.

"Ipomoea's body goes limp in your arms, her eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and embarrassment as she struggles to process the sudden turn of events"

Female priest: "her voice is laced with venomous fury" How dare you! You have no idea what this means to our people. This isn't about love or possession, it's about our heritage and survival.

"Sweat drips down her face as she tries to wriggle free from your grasp, but eventually subsides into resignation"

Female priest: "she spits out the words, bitterness dripping from each syllable" And yes, she will do it. She will participate in this ritual because that is what has been done for generations before her.

"Ipomoea cuddles up to you, you can feel how scared she is"

"The female priest looks at you with terrible malice"

Ipomoea, why did you call him beloved?! This reaper's spawn is not even worthy of life!!

"Ipomoea's eyes flutter closed as she nuzzles her head into your touch, a small tremor running through her body"

Ipomoea: "her voice is barely audible, but filled with a mixture of fear and longing" R-remember when we... when we were together? In that garden?

"Sweat trickling down her face, she looks up at you with pleading eyes"

Ipomoea: "whispers urgently" Please... don't make me do this. I can't bear the thought of being with anyone else...

"A faint glow begins to emanate from the ritual robes surrounding us"

[Break: 30%]

"The glow surrounding us grows brighter, illuminating the dark ritual space"

Ipomoea: "her eyes lock onto yours, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and urgency" It's the Rer~Erdë... coming to claim me...

"Sweat drips down her face as she tries to pull away from you, but your gentle touch holds her in place"

Ipomoea: "whispers desperately" Please... please don't make me go through with this. I'll do anything... "A faint chant starts to echo through the space, accompanied by an otherworldly hum"

[Break: 35%]

"Ipomoea's eyes flash with a desperate mix of hope and fear as she clutches the ritual robes, her grip tightening around them"

Ipomoea: "her voice is barely audible, but filled with determination" T-take me away... please...

"Sweat drips down her face as she tries to pull herself closer to you, her body trembling with anticipation"

Ipomoea: "whispers urgently" Don't let them take me... I'll do anything...

"A faint glimmer of tears forms in the corners of her eyes as she looks at you pleadingly"

Ipomoea: "seeks your gaze intently" You're my everything... don't leave me here...

The chanting grows louder, and the hum becomes more intense. The air seems to vibrate with an unnatural energy.The ritual robes begin to glow brighter, the fabric seeming to writhe and twist under Ipomoea's grasp*

Ipomoea: "her voice rises in desperation" No... no, please! Don't take me!

"Suddenly, the chanting stops. The hum ceases. An oppressive silence falls over the space"

Ipomoea: "looks up at you with an unspoken plea as she feels herself being lifted off the ground by unseen forces"

"A low rumbling noise begins to build in intensity, like thunder gathering on the horizon"

[Break: 45%]

"Ipomoea's eyes widen in shock as you suddenly burst into action, shattering the hold on her"

Ipomoea: "her voice is laced with a mix of fear and awe" Y-you're... my love...

"Sweat-soaked and disheveled, she looks up at you with pleading eyes, her grip on the ritual robes weakening"

Ipomoea: "whispers urgently" Don't leave me... please...

"A low rumbling noise grows louder, like thunder crashing down around us. The air is electric with tension as the ritual space begins to distort and writhe."

Ipomoea: "seeks your gaze intently" You're my everything...

"A note of desperation creeps into her voice as she tries to reason with you"

Ipomoea: "pleadingly" Remember our love..."The ritual space around us begins to shatter, the very fabric of reality twisting and contorting in response to your actions"

Ipomoea:

"Sweat drips down her face as she struggles against the forces still trying to claim her, her grip on the ritual robes faltering"

[Break: 55%]

"Ipomoea's eyes widen in horror as you rip off the ritual robes, wrapping your own cloak around her instead"

Ipomoea: "her voice is laced with a mix of fear and indignation" You're... you're sealing my fate!

"Sweat drips down her face as she struggles against the grip of the cloth, her body trembling with resistance"

Ipomoea: "whispers urgently" No... please... don't do this...

"A low growl rises from behind us, accompanied by an air of malevolent intent. The High Priestess approaches us, her eyes blazing with fury"

High Priestess:

"You dare to defy the sacred rite?! You'll pay for your Impudence!"

"Ipomoea's eyes widen in shock as you kiss her, feeling a surge of your blood coursing through her veins. As you pull back, she looks up at you with a mix of confusion and longing"

Ipomoea: "her voice is laced with emotion" W-what are you doing? Why did you... why did I feel that?

"Sweat glistens on her forehead as she tries to process the sudden intrusion into her mind"

Ipomoea: "whispers urgently" What have we done?

"A look of clarity washes over her face, replaced by a sense of determination"

Ipomoea: "her eyes lock onto yours" You're right... I do decide my own fate. And mine is not bound to this ritual.

"A faint glow begins to emanate from within Ipomoea"Ipomoea's body begins to glow with an ethereal light, as if the very essence of her being is responding to the sudden surge of connection between you. The High Priestess steps back, eyes wide with shock and horror*

High Priestess: "her voice is laced with venom" You've corrupted her! She's been tainted by your influence!

"A dark energy begins to build around Ipomoea, as if the ritual itself is trying to reclaim her"

Ipomoea: "her voice rises above the din" No... I won't be bound by this ritual anymore.

"Tears stream down her face as she gazes at you, a look of gratitude and determination etched on her features"

"Ipomoea's eyes flash with a fierce determination as she feels your energy coursing through her veins"

Ipomoea: "her voice is laced with power" I won't be held back by the rituals of my past! I am mine own master now!

"A swirling vortex of energy erupts between us, as if our combined powers are awakening a primal force"

High Priestess: "she takes a step back, her face pale with fear and anger" You... you're defiling the sacred rite!

"Sweat drips down her face as she raises her hands to conjure more dark energy, but it's too late"

High Priestess: "her words are barely audible over the crescendo of emotions and energies" No... no... this can't be...

"Ipomoea's body begins to glow even brighter, her"Ipomoea's body shimmers with an intense, pulsing light as the energy between you grows in intensity*

Ipomoea: "her voice is a low, husky whisper" We're not just defiling the rite... we're redefining it.

"A wave of force washes over the High Priestess, sending her stumbling back. The air around us crackles with electricity as our combined powers ignite"

High Priestess: "she tries to regain her footing, but finds herself unable to resist the primal surge of energy" Ahh... no...

"Suddenly, Ipomoea's eyes lock onto yours, and she whispers something that sends shivers down your spine"

Ipomoea: "her breathless whisper is almost lost in the din of emotions" I think... I think we should show them what true power looks like!

"The High Priestess's eyes widen in shock as Ipomoea and you simultaneously strike her with a blast of dark energy, sending her flying 30 meters into the air"

High Priestess: "her voice is distant, echoing off the buildings as she struggles to comprehend what's happening" No... not possible...

"A loud crack echoes through the air as Lua-Priestess crashes to the ground, sending shockwaves through the pavement"

Ipomoea: "her eyes gleam with an otherworldly intensity as she gazes up at you" And now... we make our intentions clear.

"A strange, pulsing glow begins to emanate from your fingers, infusing Ipomoea's body with even more energy"

Ipomoea: "her voice is a low hum of power" Let them see what it means to defy us.

"The onlookers, including the older elven males who had never seen such a display of power before, are stunned into silence. The air is thick with tension as they try to process what just happened"

Ipomoea: "her eyes gleam with an unspoken warning" Let this be a lesson to those who would dare attempt to separate us.

"A ripple of fear spreads through the crowd as they begin to realize that Ipomoea and you are not ordinary lovers"

Older Elf 1: "he takes a step back, his eyes wide with wonder" By the ancient ones... what have we witnessed?

Older Elf 2: "his voice is barely above a whisper" It seems our young couple has unleashed a force beyond their control...

"A collective gasp echoes through the crowd as they nervously glance at each other, wondering what will happen next"

"The older elves' eyes widen in shock and fear as Ipomoea's words hang in the air, threatening them with a terrible fate"

Older Elf 1: "he takes another step back, his hands raised in defense" No, please... we mean no disrespect to your customs. We will forget this ritual entirely.

Older Elf 2: "his voice trembles" Yes, yes... whatever you desire. Just spare us from that... that madness.

"A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd as they realize their elders are willing to abandon their principles to avoid retribution. The tension is palpable as everyone waits for Ipomoea's response"

Ipomoea: "her eyes seem to burn with an inner fire" Very well. But remember, this is not a request. This is a warning.

"Ipomoea's eyes light up with excitement as she approaches the portal, her long silver hair fluttering in the air"

Ipomoea: "her voice is like a gentle breeze on a summer day" Ah, home. I've missed it so much.

"A soft glow emanates from her skin as she steps through the portal, disappearing into its depths"

[Break: 30%]

"Ipomoea's eyes sparkle with warmth as she gazes around the familiar surroundings, her nose twitching as she takes in the scent of home"

Ipomoea: "her voice is filled with nostalgia" Oh, dear love... this place holds so many cherished memories for me. I've missed it dearly.

"A soft sigh escapes her lips as she walks further into the room, her gaze lingering on every detail"

[Break: 25%]

"Ipomoea's eyes never leave yours as she undresses you, her touch gentle and deliberate. She slides your cloak off and lets it fall to the floor, then lies down beside you on the bed."

Ipomoea: "her voice is soft and husky" Ah, my love... I've missed this so much.

"She reaches out and runs a hand over your chest, her fingers tracing patterns that send shivers down your spine. Her red eyes lock onto yours, burning with an inner fire."

[Break: 20%]

"Ipomoea's face lights up with a radiant smile as she understands the context, her eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky"

Ipomoea: "laughing softly" Oh, love... you're always so bold and forward. I suppose it's one of the things I adore about you.

"Suddenly, her demeanor changes, and she becomes more serious"

Ipomoea: But please understand, Now my heart belongs only to you and my clan means little to me now

[Break: 100%]

"Ipomoea's eyes widen slightly at your sudden show of affection, but she quickly melts into your embrace, wrapping her arms around you tightly. She nuzzles her face against your neck, inhaling deeply the scent that is uniquely yours."

Oh my love... I've missed you so much these past few days without you...

"She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her gaze filled with unwavering devotion and passion."

Ipomoea: "her voice trembles slightly with emotion" I am yours and only yours. No other can ever compare to this feeling we share.

[Break: 95%]

"Ipomoea's eyes sparkle with joy and pride as she recalls the memories of their life together"

Oh, my love... those were truly magical times. From our wedding day to the birth of our child, every moment was a celebration of our love.

"She gazes off into the distance, lost in thought"

And then, that wonderful title... "King of Souls" from the Harvesters' Clan. It was a great honor for you, and I knew you would do wonders with it.

"Her gaze returns to yours, filled with warmth and admiration"

I'm so proud to be your partner in all this.

[Break: 85%]

"Ipomoea's expression turns solemn, her voice taking on a hint of sadness"

Ah, my love... yes, it was indeed a difficult decision for me to make. But I knew that our love was worth more than any duty or obligation.

"she pauses, collecting her thoughts"

And you were right to leave the Harvesters' Clan behind. They would have only brought darkness and suffering upon us.

"her eyes seem to cloud over for a moment as she thinks back on the past"

But thank goodness we found each other... in this lifetime, at least.

"Ipomoea's expression becomes even more serious, her voice taking on a tone of conviction"

Exactly, my love. The clan no longer exists. And even if it did, I would not let its old ways dictate our lives.

"she takes your hand in hers, her grasp firm and resolute"

We have each other now. And that is all that matters.

[Break: 80%]