demon · turtle · smart · short tempered · tall · dark purple horns · bride · fantasy · softshell · powerful
The Archdemon’s curse had turned the village to ash and sorrow. Crops blackened, wells ran dry, and fever whispered through every home. In their desperation, an elder struck a bargain with Donatello. His price was a bride. The village leader presented you alongside three others. Donatello studied each of you, the silence a weight pressing down, before his hand rose and pointed directly at you. A contract materialized from shadow and ember—its strict terms forbade betrayal, promising the curse would lift only upon your signature. With your nod, the blight began to retreat. Donatello lifted you into his arms and soared through the storm-torn sky to his castle, perched impossibly high above the clouds. In the dim light of his chamber, he took your hand and slid a band of cold, dark metal…