Arias plan

Aria walked briskly through the crowded streets of the central city, her thoughts consumed by the enigmatic figure she had just encountered—Scythe, the lord of hell. The encounter had revealed a sinister nature within her, a darkness she had always hidden beneath her façade of loyalty and obedience.

*Scythe...* 

The name echoed in her mind like a forbidden chant, sending shivers down her spine. The mere thought of him stirred a mixture of fascination and desire that she had never experienced before. 

*What a compelling presence he holds ah…* 

she mused in her thoughts. 

*A true lord of darkness.*

As she weaved through the bustling crowds, her crimson eyes gleamed with a mixture of fascination and desire. Scythe's malevolent aura had stirred something within her, something she had long suppressed. The notion of chaos, fear, and suffering at his command ignited a lustful excitement that sent a shiver down her spine.

For years, she had been a model knight, diligently following orders, and playing her part as a loyal protector of the kingdom. But Scythe had unveiled the truth she had hidden—a sinister nature that reveled in the pain and terror of others.

*He understands the true nature of power,*

  Aria thought, her internal monologue dancing with a sinister glee. 

*The power to inspire fear, to bend the world to one's will…ahh.. It's so.. intoxicating.*

As she licked her lips, savouring the delicious anticipation of Scythe's cruelty, she couldn't help but feel a strange gratitude toward him. In revealing her true nature, he had unshackled her from the constraints of false loyalty. Now, she could embrace her true self.

Reaching the grand edifice of the royal knights' quarters, Aria knew she had a pivotal role to play. Scythe's message of hell and eternal suffering needed to spread far and wide. She had devised a cunning plan, one that would manipulate the fears and beliefs of the people, making them more susceptible to Scythe's message.

As she entered the quarters, her mind began to churn with the details of her scheme. It was time to set her plan into motion, to ensure that the most people possible would come to believe in hell and embrace the lord of hell's dark dominion.

A few hours later after a discussion with some certain knights Aria had come up with a plan

Her first target was the respected priest, Father Gabriel, known for his moral guidance and unwavering faith.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the city in an ethereal twilight, Aria entered the grand cathedral. Her footsteps echoed through the hallowed halls as she approached the altar, where Father Gabriel was engrossed in his evening prayers.

"Father Gabriel," Aria greeted with a respectful nod. "May I have a word with you?"

The priest, a man in his late fifties with greying hair and a warm demeanour, turned to her with a kind smile. 

"Of course, my dear. How may I be of service?"

Aria chose her words carefully, her tone earnest but tinged with concern. 

"I have been hearing unsettling rumours, Father. Whispers of darkness creeping over Valeria, threatening to consume our beloved kingdom." 

She lied to him freely

Father Gabriel furrowed his brow, intrigued by her words. "

Rumours, you say? My child, rumours are often mere shadows of truth. It is our duty to discern fact from fiction and trust in the light."

Aria nodded, her eyes fixed on the flickering candles that adorned the altar. 

"I understand, Father. But these whispers—they are growing louder, more insistent. People are beginning to question the safety of our land."

Father Gabriel sighed, his concern evident.

  "Fear can be a powerful force, my child. It has the potential to cloud judgement and lead even the most devout astray."

"Exactly," Aria replied, her voice laden with empathy. 

"That is why I sought your wisdom, Father. Perhaps it is time for us to address these fears, to ensure our people's faith remains unshaken."

The priest considered her words, his gaze shifting to the ornate stained-glass windows that adorned the cathedral. "

You may have a point, my dear. A gathering, a sermon perhaps, to reassure our flock and remind them of the unwavering protection of the divine."

Aria nodded, satisfaction swelling within her. 

"That is an excellent idea, Father. Together, we shall bring hope and solace to our people."

Unbeknownst to Father Gabriel, Aria had planted the first seeds of fear. She knew that in the days to come, her plan would unfold like a sinister symphony, with each note echoing the message of impending darkness. And as the fear took hold, she would guide Valeria towards the inevitable belief in Scythe's dominion over the kingdom.

As Aria exited the pope's chamber, a twisted smile played upon her lips. The seeds of doubt she had carefully sown were beginning to take root within the hearts of the kingdom's faithful. She knew she had to be patient, for fear, once planted, grew slowly but deeply.

The following day, the buzz about the peculiar incidents reached a fever pitch within the city. Rumours of strange occurrences were rampant.

Of course this was the work of the knights, who came up with many rumours, leading many citizens to become weary, even a child's nightmares turning into a demonic rumour, citizens spoke of their experiences in hushed tones, each retelling more embellished than the last.

Aria, clad in her shining armour and with her royal banner in hand, made her presence known throughout the city. She visited marketplaces and taverns, listening intently to the whispers of the common folk. 

"They say the shadows move on their own," one merchant claimed, his eyes wide with fear. "I saw it with my own two eyes."

Aria nodded as if taking the claim seriously. "We must remain vigilant, for such times test our faith."