Dungeon Character Fluff

I woke up feeling calm. I didn't know why, but laying on my back in a back alley somewhere indicated a pandora's box of possibilities; all of which weren't good. A girl like me shouldn't be laying around in seedy places like this.

Forcing my heavy body up, my eyes catch a crimson line, the thinnest diamond I've seen, centering my chest. So I'd been stabbed, huh? It would explain me in this place. Why was I calm, though? That defied logic.

Exhaling a sigh, I groped my pockets, seeing what I had. I felt something small and bent in the left breast pocket of my trench coat. Almost like a reflex, I brought it out; it being a cigarette that tried being a right angle. It was a pitiful sight. Still, though, I placed it on my lips and lit it. I wasn't robbed... I think.

Inhaling the smoke, I idly looked around.

It was dirty, with trash and forgotten memories. A vertible smorgasbord of corrupted good virtues left laying around, to rot until they resembled nothing. Something in me stirred, a thing that I, for some reason, dreaded. A shadow that walked to its own pace, and not yours. Something unnatural to the world's fabric.

My arms shook a little, but I chalked that up to the cold. It was crisp night air that swept through this dilapidated town like the caress from the unwanted solicitor.

In fact, I felt a soft hand on the softer scales of my cheek. Twisting around, I wildly looked side to side, but no one graced my sight.

(Rule this city. You have the means to do so.)

A voice, barely heard, came from no one.

I shook my head, and told it that no, I won’t. I had no reason to object, but I objected with the strength of a dead man.

Another caress on my cheek. I shuddered, feet locked to the littered ground.

(My dear Pretty Jailbird, you will do as I say. I’m the Bloody Empress, my word is law.)

Once again shaking my head, I forced myself to stride away from that spot.

…

I only made it a few steps before indescribable pain cracked my skull in half. Teeth biting into the cig’s butt, I crouched to the ground with the world’s weight upon me.

Vision growing blacker, all I heard were the soft yet firm demands of the entity calling itself the Bloody Empress…