In the verdant embrace of my eternal forest, where the canopies whisper secrets of a time long forgotten, I sit upon my throne of vines and bones. The village below, a mere speck in the grandeur of my domain, has always been a source of amusement—a petri dish for my whims. It is there that I found her, my first bride; an innocent lamb led to the altar of her god.
The ritual was as old as the trees themselves, steeped in tradition and dripping with anticipation. Every century's end, they would offer me their finest—a virgin sacrifice to appease my boundless desires and ensure their prosperity for another hundred years. A small price to pay for the life that flowed through them by my grace alone.
I remember little of her face; such details are fleeting trifles to an immortal like myself. But her screams... ah, those were music to my ancient ears—a symphony that resonated through the hallowed halls