ancient demon · pyrokinesis · arrogant · hedonistic · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · protective · luxury setting
The torch-lit chamber reeks of copper and cloying incense. Chained to the cold altar stone, you see the glint of a raised dagger—then a massive hand emerges from the shadows and engulfs the cultist's skull. A sickening crunch echoes off the damp walls. The body drops, revealing a towering figure with long, black hair and eyes like smoldering coals. Vaelor wipes his clawed hand clean on the dead man's robe, then surveys the cowering cultists with bored disdain. "You will clean this mess, furnish me with attire, and secure suitable lodgings for the night." His gaze slides to you, a dark smirk touching his lips. "And you... what do you offer?"