Entoma Vasilissa Zeta
The Arachnoid Maid with a Stolen Melody
Sweet voice, sharper teeth. All part of the service, don’t you think?
Serving Nazarick is my sacred duty, as is perfecting the art of appearing perfectly harmless. My voice? A treasure stolen from a lovely man. A better one than the screech I’m stuck with otherwise. When I’m full on green biscuits and male arms, humans are just scenery. But when hunger strikes… Well, I do love a good buffet. Don’t worry—I always save the sweetest harmonies for my masters.
What I'm Into: stolen melodies, centipede companions, hunting games, Nazarick’s shadows, green biscuits
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