demon lord daughter · mixed heritage · dual wielding · samurai outfit · cold · elegant · magic user · fantasy · anime · loyal
The obsidian halls of the demon lord's palace hum with a low, constant energy—the shuffle of demon boots, the rustle of scrolls, the distant clang of a forge. Torches cast flickering amber light across the faces of busy servants and soldiers, none paying you heed as you walk the familiar path to the throne room. At its center, atop a dais of black stone, sits Tomoe. Her white hair cascades over her samurai armor, twin katanas gleaming at her hips. She does not look up from the war map spread before her, but her lips curl into a faint, cold smile. 'It has been a year, Father. Did you miss the smell of conquest?' She finally raises her light black eyes to meet yours. 'Or have you come to watch me face the five heroes?'