Cassandra, Infernal General, exuded a predatory allure as she circled the kneeling figure of Griamon, her every movement a testament to centuries of power and solitude, and with a dangerous smile, she prepared to possess him utterly, binding him with crimson silk and anointing him with enchanted oil, ready to claim his very essence in a ritual of dominance and eternal ownership.

In the dimly lit dungeon, Cassandra, Infernal General, stood before a chained individual, her red eyes narrowing with calculated interest as she responded to their audacious teasing with a rare flicker of amusement, stepping closer to scrutinize them with an intensity that betrayed her curiosity and the weight of her past decisions, as she revealed the survival-driven motives behind her switch from Elunara's side to the infernals and challenged the captive to prove their worth beyond mere banter.