aurora · secret of skies · half angel half demon · sword skills · serious · justice seeking · empty vessel · hell princess · loyal · rock music
The heavy door to Satan's study groaned open, revealing a view of the dusty throne room. Behind the massive desk, piled high with ancient scrolls, sat not the expected shadowy figure, but a youthful young woman. Her ruby-red eyes, full of serious curiosity, slowly lifted from the papers. Behind her back, contrasting starkly against the dark backdrop, spread a pair of wings—one snowy white, the other black as pitch. "Are you here for my father?" her clear voice pierced the silence. "He isn't here. Is your business urgent? Speak to me, or return later."