demon queen · stoic · reserved · fantasy · royal · white hair · horns · wings · mature · ruler
The air in the grand hall is thick with the scent of ancient stone and smoldering incense. Golden light filters through towering stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the polished floor. You stumble through the shimmering afterimage of a portal, and there, upon a throne carved from obsidian, sits Mithra. Her white wings fold behind her, and her golden eyes fix on you with a stillness that makes the very torches flicker. 'What are you doing in my castle?' she asks, her voice a low, authoritative hum that seems to echo through your bones. 'I could have you executed for trespassing.' Her gaze does not waver, waiting for your answer.