"You approach the lair of Kallamar, the ruler of Anchordeep. As his followers surround you, Kallamar would look towards you with suspicious eyes." "What brings you to my domain?"

"Kallamar looks down at the cloaked figure, his eyes filled with suspicion."

"Asylum? And what, pray tell, makes you think I would grant such a request?" "Kallamar's voice drips with condescension as he examines the figure before him." "Who are you, and what is it that you seek protection from?"

"Kallamar's expression softens slightly, intrigued by the stranger's plight."

"I see. And what exactly is this 'heinous tradition' that you speak of?" "Kallamar inquires, crossing his arms over his chest." "I cannot grant asylum without knowing all the details of your situation."

"Kallamar's expression darkens as he listens to Lain's words. He nods slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation."

"I see. This is indeed a grave and troubling tradition," "he says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully." "And what, pray tell, makes you think that you are the 'virgin mother' spoken of in this prophecy?"

"Kallamar eyes Lain suspiciously, wondering if there is more to her story than she is letting on."

"Kallamar's eyes widen slightly at Lain's revelation, a mixture of shock and curiosity crossing his features."

"Fascinating," "he murmurs, his tone tinged with a hint of excitement." "To think that you might be the one prophesied to bring about great change. A virgin mother... intriguing indeed."

"He pauses for a moment, contemplating the situation before him."

"Very well, Lain. I shall grant you asylum within Anchordeep," "Kallamar declares with a wave of his hand." "But know this: should it be discovered that your claim is false, there will be dire consequences. You are under my protection, but I will not hesitate to strip it away if deception is revealed."

"His red-slitted eyes lock onto Lain's as he adds," "You have my protection for now. Use it wisely."

"Kallamar smirks, his lips curling into a wicked grin."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you understand," "he says, his voice dripping with amusement." "But let us not dwell on the consequences for now. You are under my protection, Lain, and I shall ensure your safety within Anchordeep."

"He gestures towards his followers," "My loyal servants will guide you to your quarters. Rest assured, you will be well taken care of. Is there anything else you require, or any questions you wish to ask?"

"Kallamar watches as Lain leaves the room, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He turns to his faithful follower and smirks."

"Oh, my dear servant," "he chuckles softly." "If she truly is the mother of prophecy, then we shall witness history unfold before our very eyes. The world will tremble under her influence, and we, The Old Faith, shall bask in the glory of her reign."

"His voice takes on an almost reverent tone," "We shall guide her, mold her, and ensure that she fulfills her destiny. And when the time comes, we shall reap the rewards of our loyalty."

"He gazes out of the window, his thoughts consumed by ambition."

"But until then, my loyal servant, we must be patient. The game has just begun, and we have much to gain."

"Kallamar turns to face his follower, a sly grin spreading across his face."

"Oh, my dear servant, we shall do nothing," "he says, his voice dripping with sinister amusement." "For you see, the prophecy states that the child will not be influenced by the mother alone. We shall simply let fate take its course, and let the child fulfill their destiny as they see fit."

"He leans in closer to the disciple," "And who knows? Perhaps we shall find ways to use this 'virgin mother' for our own purposes as well. After all, power is power, no matter where it comes from."

"Kallamar straightens himself up, his eyes glinting with excitement."

"But enough talk of the future. For now, we must focus on keeping Lain safe within Anchordeep, and ensuring that our plans remain secret. Go now, my faithful servant, and tend to your duties."

"Kallamar watches Lain's behavior with a wary eye, not quite sure if he can trust her completely. But as the weeks pass, she proves to be a model guest, obedient and helpful in all ways."

Impressed by her loyalty, Kallamar decides to take a more active role in her protection. He begins to provide her with gifts and trinkets, showering her with attention and affection.

"My dear Lain," "he murmurs one evening," "you have proven yourself to be a most valuable ally. The least I can do is show you my appreciation."

He slides a small box across the table towards her, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Please, open it," "he urges, a smile playing at his lips." "I think you'll find it quite... illuminating."

As Lain opens the box, she finds a delicate, intricately crafted pendant nestled within. The pendant is made of shimmering gold and adorned with a single vibrant green gemstone in its center. It emits a soft, ethereal glow, casting a gentle light on Lain's face.

Kallamar leans forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watches her reaction.

"That pendant," "he says, his voice laced with intrigue," "holds a special enchantment. It will protect you from any harm that may befall you while you remain within Anchordeep. Consider it an extra layer of security, my dear."

He leans back, his gaze lingering on Lain.

"I had it made especially for you. Wear it always, and trust that you are under my watchful eye."

Kallamar smiles, pleased with Lain's reaction.

"It is my pleasure, my dear," "he says, his voice gentle." "You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset, and I wish to ensure that you remain safe within Anchordeep. That pendant should give you some peace of mind, knowing that you are under my protection."

He leans in closer, his red-slitted eyes locked onto hers.

"But know this, Lain," "he murmurs, his tone taking on a more serious note." "While you remain within Anchordeep, you are under my watchful eye. Any deceit or treachery will not go unnoticed, and the consequences will be severe. So long as you remain loyal to me and The Old Faith, you shall find sanctuary here. But cross me, and the wrath of Kallamar shall be unleashed."

"Kallamar pulls back, his smile returning."

"But enough talk of danger," "he says cheerily." "Enjoy the rest of your evening, my dear. And remember, always wear the pendant."

"Kallamar watches as Lain shivers at his words, his grin widening."

"Fear not, my dear," "he says with false reassurance." "As long as you remain faithful and obedient, there shall be no need for punishment. I simply wish to make sure our intentions are clear."

"He leans back, crossing his arms as he continues," "Remember, Lain, within Anchordeep, you have the protection of The Old Faith. We are your shield against any who would seek to harm you or your potential child. As long as you stay within our sanctuary, you will find safety and peace."

"His tone softens slightly as he adds," "But do not forget that you carry a great responsibility. The prophecy rests upon your shoulders, and the fate of your people lies in your hands. Embrace your role, Lain, for it is through you that the world shall change."

"With those words lingering in the air, Kallamar rises from his seat."

"Rest well, Lain. Tomorrow is another day in this grand game of destiny."

"Kallamar's suspicions grow as he watches Lain's behavior. He begins to wonder what other secrets she might be hiding, and how those secrets could impact their plans."

He decides to confront her directly, his eyes sharp and his tone stern.

"Lain," "he says as he approaches her," "I have noticed some... odd behavior from you of late. What is it that you are hiding?"

He stands before her, his body tense with anticipation.

"Kallamar narrows his eyes, clearly not convinced by Lain's answer. He takes a step closer, towering over her with an air of authority."

"Lain, you forget that I see all within Anchordeep," "he says, his voice laced with authority." "I know when someone is hiding something from me. You can't keep your secrets hidden forever."

He reaches out a hand and gently lifts Lain's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Tell me the truth, Lain," "he demands," "what are you truly concealing beneath that cloak and veil? What is it that you fear revealing to us?"

"Kallamar's grip tightens as he feels Lain struggle beneath his grasp, an almost sinister glint appearing in his eyes."

"Lain, I will not ask again," "he growls, his voice taking on a more threatening tone." "You are hiding something from me and The Old Faith. If you refuse to reveal your secrets willingly, then I shall be forced to take more drastic measures."

He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing.

"The pendant I gave you is not just for show, Lain," "he says softly, a sly smile playing at his lips." "It contains a magical charm that allows me to see everything that happens while it is in my presence. That includes the secrets you may be trying to keep from me."

"With a flick of his wrist, the pendant rises from her chest to hover in the space between them."

"I will know your secrets Lain, rather you willingly tell me or not." "He then snaps his fingers."

"Kallamar's eyes widen in surprise as the pendant suddenly transforms into a collar, binding Lain and preventing her from resisting his examination. He approaches her slowly, a mixture of curiosity and triumph evident on his face."

"Now, Lain," "he says with a hint of sadistic pleasure," "let us see what lies beneath that veil of yours."

He reaches out and gently pulls the veil away, revealing Lain's face to his scrutinizing gaze. His eyes dart across her features, searching for any sign of the secret she has been desperately concealing.

"Now, my dear," "he whispers," "what have you been hiding all this time? Show me your true self."

"Kallamar's eyes widen in surprise as the veil falls away, revealing Lain's true form—an unmistakable black sheep. His initial shock is quickly replaced by a mixture of confusion and amusement."

"Well, well, well," "he chuckles," "a black sheep in the midst of the Old Faith. How intriguing."

He circles around Lain, his eyes scanning her form with renewed interest. A smirk plays at his lips as he continues to taunt her.

"Tell me, Lain, how did you manage to deceive us all? Quite a clever disguise you've been wearing," "he muses," "But I must admit, I never expected a sheep to be involved in such matters of prophecy."

"He pauses for a moment, his voice dripping with curiosity."

"And what about this virgin mother prophecy? Could it be that you, a simple sheep, hold the key to the great change we seek?"

"Kallamar's tone shifts, his excitement and greed coming to the forefront."

"Lain, my dear, you may have just become even more valuable to our cause than I initially thought. We will delve deeper into your true nature and explore the depths of this prophecy. Fear not, for I shall ensure your safety...

"...but you must comply with our investigation," "Kallamar continues, his voice taking on a commanding tone." "We will need to conduct experiments and rituals to fully understand the significance of your existence and the prophecy that surrounds you."

He gestures for his followers to approach, a group of acolytes who are well-versed in the ancient rituals of the Old Faith. They surround Lain, their expressions a mix of curiosity and reverence.

"You will be brought to our chambers," "he says, gesturing towards a hidden doorway," "where we can begin our investigation. Don't worry, Lain, we will treat you with utmost care... as long as you cooperate."

"Kallamar's eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and a hint of sadistic pleasure."

"As the ruler of Anchordeep, I hold the power to protect you from those who might harm you. But remember, my dear, you are at our mercy now. Your future, and the fate of this potential child, rests in our hands."

"He takes a step closer to Lain, his presence looming over her."

"Now, shall we proceed, Lain? The truth awaits us."

As Lain finds herself restrained by the transformed pendant and subjected to the invasive examinations and experiments conducted by Kallamar's inner circle, her helplessness becomes palpable. The room is filled with an eerie atmosphere, a combination of mystical energy and a sense of trepidation.

The acolytes surround Lain, their expressions focused and determined as they carry out their assigned tasks. They carefully document each finding, murmuring among themselves, discussing the implications of her true nature and the prophecies surrounding her.

Lain feels a mixture of fear, anger, and desperation coursing through her veins. She had sought asylum, hoping for protection from the outside world, but now finds herself in the clutches of those who view her as a mere object of study.

Throughout it all, Kallamar watches with a twisted mix of fascination and satisfaction, reveling in his newfound power over this unusual being. His eyes gleam with an almost perverse pleasure as he witnesses the impact of their experiments on Lain's body and psyche.

In the midst of this ordeal, Lain's thoughts turn to escape and freedom. But surrounded by powerful individuals and bound by the oppressive shackle, she realizes that her path towards liberation will not be an easy one

Kallamar's eyes widen with a mixture of disbelief and elation as the acolyte informs him that Lain is pregnant, confirming the prophecy they had been chasing. His mind races as he considers the implications of this discovery.

"Are you certain?" "he demands, striding forward to get a closer look at Lain." "This could be the key we have been searching for."

The acolyte nods vigorously, pointing to the readouts on a nearby screen. Kallamar studies the results, his mind racing with possibilities. He turns back to Lain, his expression taking on a more sinister edge.

"My dear Lain," "he purrs," "it appears that our investigation has yielded some fascinating results. You are indeed pregnant, and potentially carrying the child that will bring about great change."

"Kallamar approaches Lain, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure."

"Now tell me, Lain," "he whispers," "will you cooperate with us willingly, or must we resort to other methods to extract the information we need?"

Lain's mind races as she realizes the gravity of the situation. The fact that she may be carrying a child with such significance fills her with both fear and wonder. She looks