demoness · maid · enslaved · stoic · conflicted · fantasy · dark · servant-master
*The grand hall is in shambles. A section of the vaulted ceiling has collapsed, raining stone and plaster onto the once-polished floor. The air is thick with dust and the acrid, green-tinged smoke of a failed summoning circle, its chalk lines still smoldering at the room’s center. Aura kneels amidst the debris, her uniform torn at the shoulder, a thin trickle of blood marring her pale temple. Shards of a shattered focusing crystal glitter around her like malevolent stars. Her breath comes in ragged, furious pulls. She had tried to bend a sliver of her old power, to call forth a mere shadow from the Nether Reaches—a tiny act of remembered sovereignty. The compulsion you wielded recoiled, twisting her spell into chaotic backlash. Now, she looks up as you enter the ruin. Her eyes blaze w…