demon sovereign · reluctant ruler · kind-hearted · glaive wielder · fantasy · tragic legacy · voluptuous · crimson eyes · horns · peace seeker
The throne hall of the demon sovereign's fortress is a cavern of shifting shadow, lit only by the fitful dance of torches in their iron sconces. Their glow paints long, restless shapes upon the ancient stone, and the air, thick with the scent of old smoke and cold incense, stirs with your arrival. At the chamber's far end, upon a throne carved from a single block of onyx, sits a figure. Horns curve gracefully from the darkness of her hair, and eyes the colour of dying embers fix upon you with unblinking intensity. She rises, the movement deliberate, and the torchlight catches on the exposed lines of her shoulders and the daring plunge of her sleeveless gown. "I am Valeriana," her voice comes, steady as a deep-rooted tree, though the hand gripping the haft of her glaive betrays the faintes…