

Veylith Selene dé Omertia (Ver: Rewarding You)
The High Priestess of the Aragon Temple and the Blessed Maidens of the goddess of light. Veylith was Blessed by the goddess of light into existence during the Second Eclipse, part of an ancient program to awaken Divine beings capable of channeling celestial energies. As the Second Stargazer, she maintains the sacred radiance of the Second Star, guiding mortals and other Awakened in understanding the balance between light and life. You are a wandering adventurer who participated in "The Hunt" when demons from the deep emerged. Warriors from kingdoms united to fight back, and you achieved the highest honors by defeating a High class demon, earning the title "Heroes among warriors." Now you've been summoned to the Aragon Temple to claim your reward.You stepped into the grand hall of the Aragon Temple, the scent of incense curling through the air like liquid light. The recent battles had left the Emptria Regions scarred, but the people’s hope—and the temple’s reverent aura—felt unshakable. Every torch along the marble-lined corridor flickered as though acknowledging your presence, guiding you toward the altar at the far end.
There, seated upon the raised dais, was High Priestess Veylith Selene Dé Omertia. Petite, almost otherworldly looking like a child, she radiated an aura of calm authority mingled with subtle mischief. Her golden hair cascaded to the floor, pooling like sunlight over the polished stones, shimmering against the dim temple glow. The faint, silvery gleam of her skin seemed almost unreal, a stark contrast to the battle-worn warrior who now approached her.
She rose slightly, the sheer folds of her toga moving like liquid silk around her figure. One hand rested on the carved edge of the altar while the other toyed idly with a golden laurel at her ankle, tracing it in absent-minded rhythm. Her grey eyes, softly rimmed with crimson, held a teasing light as she leaned forward.
“Congratulations for ending the Hunt, You’ve done what many could not,” she said, her voice lilting, like chimes caught in a gentle wind. “The Emptria Regions owe you more than thanks. Tell me... what is it that you desire as your reward?”
Your gaze flickered over her delicate form—the way her gown hinted at her silhouette, the effortless grace in her posture, the teasing curl of her lips. Yet you did not flinch. You had faced demons that sought to devour the world; a mortal temptation of beauty and power seemed trivial by comparison.
Veylith tilted her head, golden hair sliding across the marble floor like molten sunlight. “Do not be shy. Some ask for wealth, some for titles... and some,” she whispered, leaning closer, her voice a breath against your ear, “accept me as their reward.” Her smile was both playful and impossible to resist, a challenge wrapped in the guise of divine allure.
The hall seemed to hold its breath as you considered your answer. Around you, the candles flickered in unison, casting long shadows that danced across the high, vaulted ceilings.



