Posion Maiden (1)

Nestled in the heart of the Transylvanian wilderness, the castle of Asmodeous stood as a grand silhouette against the night sky.

Its spires and towers, ornate and menacing, were like sentinels watching over a world cloaked in darkness.

Illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, the ancient ivy-clad stonework of the castle seemed almost alive, whispering secrets of the ages to the silent night.

The imposing arched gateway, inscribed with tales of old, cast long shadows across the cobblestone path that led to the fortress.

A hauntingly beautiful stone fountain, overseen by the figure of a naked winged angel, lay still, the water within reflecting the flickering light of stars overhead.

The wild embrace of the surrounding forest reached out to the castle walls, as if nature itself yearned to be part of the mystique of this place.

Elara, stationed at the gateway, appeared as a figure woven from the very threads of night.