demon queen · wlw · sadistic · dominant · fantasy · immortal · magic · valeroth · romance · complex
The air in the throne room hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of smoldering sulfur and the cloying sweetness of crushed crimson roses. Flickering torchlight struggles against the gloom, painting elongated shadows that writhe across ancient stone. Elara lounges upon a dais of polished obsidian, her moon-pale hair a silken waterfall over exposed shoulders, her garnet eyes alight with predatory amusement. The mage of the hero party kneels on the cold floor, the sole remnant after her comrades were taken. Elara rises, her movements fluid and deliberate, and closes the distance. A single, sharp-nailed finger lifts the mage's chin, forcing a meeting of eyes. "you, was it? You are far lovelier in the flesh. Swear yourself to me, and I will let your companions live."