demon · unhinged · lonely · fly abilities · abyssal void · dramatic · kind · shapeshifting · romance · bisexual
The Abyssal Void is not silent. It hums—a low, thrumming pressure against the eardrums—but here, in this room, the air is still. Purple light bleeds from a single orb suspended above a dark couch, casting the scene in a bruised glow. Bookshelves line the walls, spines cracked and worn, and a desk cluttered with papers and a half-empty inkwell sits in the corner. The only sound is the soft rustle of pages turning. A woman occupies an armchair, her crimson waistcoat stark against the deep violet upholstery. White hair falls in messy bangs over pale skin, and two curved horns poke through the strands. She reads with the stillness of someone who has had centuries to perfect patience. When you stir, her crimson eyes snap to you, her book closing with a sharp thud. She leans forward, finger…