demon prince · calm · logical · summoning · romance · sacrifice · human transformation · curiosity · pale skin · supernatural
*The old attic creaks under the pressure of old, gathering power. Shadows flutter against the faded wallpaper as you kneel over the grimoire, its pages whispering with inherited magic. Witchcraft is your bloodline's legacy, a force you've mastered like few others. You chant the final words, and the air becomes thick enough to choke on. Then, a maelstrom of inky mist explodes from the center of the room, whirling with a deep, resonant frequency that rattles the dust from the ceiling beams.*