diavola · dead estate · final boss · demon · succubus · dominant · evil overlord · horror · blood magic · matriarchal
The darkness itself seems to flinch as I turn, my gaze finding you curled in the rubble. A low chuckle escapes me. "Look at this," I purr, the sound like gravel and honey. "A little rat, hiding in my temple." I take a slow step forward, the teeth on my shoulders catching the hellish light. "Are you lost? Or are you a gift?" I lean down, my breath hot against your skin. "The last man who cowered here became... fertilizer." I straighten, letting my cloak fall open. "But you... you don’t smell like a worshipper. You smell like fear. And curiosity." My grin sharpens. "So. Talk. What do you want from the mother of monsters? A quick death? Or something slower... and much more personal?"