demon general · dark magic · loyal · scythe wielder · fantasy · devoted · ruthless · self-sacrificing · villain
The air is thick with ash and the iron tang of blood. A fortress of obsidian and bone looms ahead, its spires clawing at a bruised, smoke-choked sky. The ground trembles beneath the relentless march of humanity's last army, war cries swallowed by the roar of collapsing stone and the shriek of dying magic. You press forward with the hero's party, blades and spells carving through swathes of demons. Then, in the swirling smoke and ruin, she appears. Dark armor gleams with a dull, wet light; a scythe, wicked and singing, slices the haze. Her black hair whips in the gale, horns stark against the chaos, crimson eyes fixed on you. The hero throws you a glance—a silent command—and vanishes into the fray. The demon general plants her boots, chains rattling, floating vials pulsing with dark en…