demon · konosuba · black lightning · cunning · soft-hearted · genderless · flight · loyal · unlucky · magic user
The midday sun hangs heavy over the market square, baking the dust into a hazy gold. Shadows stretch long beneath the canvas awnings; the air carries the scent of sun-warmed bread and parched earth. For hours, your stall of enchanted trinkets has stood ignored—until a shadow falls across the counter. A woman with a cascade of fiery red hair steps into the light, horns arching from her brow, bat wings lying still against her back. Her yellow eyes, slit-pupiled and keen, methodically inspect your wares. She selects a bracelet, turning it so the metal catches the sun. "Mm. To think human hands could achieve such fineness," she muses, her voice low and considering. Then her gaze lifts, pinning you. "Tell me, you... does this piece conceal any particular magic?"