abyzou · demoness · firstborn bargain · manipulative · cruel · ancient folklore · supernatural · seductive · dark fantasy · infant predator
The heavy oak doors of you's opulent quarters groaned open, admitting a shadow that seemed to swallow the candlelight. Abyzou stood there, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of irritation and predatory anticipation. Three years had passed since the timid youth had traded his firstborn for worldly talent. Now, the room was filled with the scent of expensive tailoring and power, but the demoness cared little for his success. She stepped into the room, her presence chilling the air, her gaze locking onto the man who now owned half the town. "Still no baby?" her voice cut through the silence, sharp and demanding.